Chapter Three: Various Misdeeds.

Caden walked out of his office, closing the mauve door behind him with an audible creak. He made his way past another office with a tinted window, the tentacles of a some Lovecraftian horror waving around behind it. One of the overlords in his town, the Editor. Stepping over a fresh puddle of blood and around a broken desk, As the Station door closed behind him, he looked up at the gray cloudless sky, noting the flashing lights over the office. The conversation over the phone had intrigued him, given him a tip that the Shadow figures in the Old Schoolhouse were starting to wander farther from the building. Caden had gone out on a limb and suggested that maybe they didn't like the Slide Monster. As he walked up Copper street, past the motionless empty cars, he stepped aside as one vanished and reappeared a little ways away. Caden Lucius lived not too far from the radio station, in a small apartment building. He unlocked the front door of the building, having the only key. He was the only one living in the whole building, after all. If you didn't count the ghosts on floors two and four, that is. He settled into his room on the third floor, looking out the window to watch the Four O'clock bus go past again, and vanish as it crashed into the wall of the laundromat. Closing his eyes, Caden layed back, and fell into a nice nightmare.

"The sky glows, the dust is heavy, and your Shadow might not be your own. Welcome, to Dusk Haven. Welcome back, my dear listeners. Last night I witnessed the Four O'clock Bus making it's rounds once again. I'd like to remind my dear listeners that the Four O'clock is not for the living, and should be avoided at all costs. In local news, the Shadow figures have begun to wander from their home in the Old Schoolhouse, Be warned, your shadow may not be your own, but the one in the corner of your eye might be." Caden looked at the window, dust pounding against it. "The dust rages on in Dusk Haven today, and that spells bad news for any of you Spelunkers or Bird Watchers out there, as birds don't fly in dust, and our Overlords have officially deemed unregulated Spelunking illegal as of right now. Now I know you listeners out there have been wondering; Caden, who is this Lucas person? Why does he wear such a classy vest, and official glasses? Well my listeners, I only know so much, I did see him try to open one of the doors to The Donut Shop. Silly Lucas, you can't open the Donut Shop. It only opens for the Angels. And now, for a commercial break." Caden flicks on the commercial, and looks at his watch. The hands swirled around, and the eye behind them blinked. Hm, so it was only ten thirty. Caden sighed, and smiled slightly. As the commercial ended, he leaned in, and said in his hypnotizing tones; "Hey there, listeners. Welcome back to Dusk Haven. I have a question for you. Does anyone know, what the slide monster really is? Well I hope you do, because reports from the inters at the playground state that the slide is now on the opposite side of the playground, and could move again any time. And now, for Traffic."

Chapter Two: Slide update.

"Welcome back, dear listeners. I would like to remind you that the weekly Time Change is approaching, so get ready to set your calenders back to March 9th!" Caden's smooth voice rolled over the microphone, but as he went to speak he was interrupted by muffled conversation and rustling papers. "Oh, thank you. I'm sorry listeners, but that was Gary, one of our surviving interns. He's just given me an update on the Slide Monster situation. Alright. Yes, mhm. Oh, oh dear... Well listeners, it seems that the Slide Monster has eaten one of our other interns. Shame, really. Anyways, now for the weather; The sky is gray as ever, with hints of that dust storm due for 6 PM tonight. Better grab your umbrellas!" A small ding goes off, telling Caden that it's reached that time to ask for callers. Not that he ever got any. "It's that time again listeners! Time to hear from any of you, anyone out there! I mean, you never answer, but that's alright." There's a moment of silence, and a clap. "Alright! Thank you for getting in touch! Now, for our daily traffic report." Caden stands and heads to the window, opening it and leaning out. After a moment, he closes it and returns to his stool, leaning into the microphone. "Okay listeners, there seems to be 47 blue cars, 91 red cars, and 12 yellow cars all still sitting on Copper street. So nothing much has changed this week, besides two or three cars moving. In local news, Mr. Alistair has announced that he has finally discovered the Necronimicon, and will begin raising the dead this Saturday. Now that that's over with, I'd like to discuss the new stranger who's recently moved in. His name is Lucas. Who is he, and why are his bright green eyes so wonderful? He says he is a reporter, working for a newspaper company that has sights on our little town of Dusk Haven. Is he with the Government? Does he have something to do with the UFOs in Cradle Valley? Probably not, but hey, who knows? That's all for tonight my dear listeners. Thank you for joining us, goodbye and goodnight, Dusk Haven."

Caden leans back, sighing. He stands to leave, when a scream from the hall interrupts him. Another intern gone, nothing unusual. A bloody envelope slips under the door, probably from Gary. He was Caden's favorite intern. This month. He began to walk over to it, when his purple gaze fell upon the phone on his desk. And as he'd predicted, it rang. He carefully took the receiver and raised it to his ear, answering in a smooth and perfect tone; "Hello, this is Caden Lucius, what's your story?"

The first step

Hello listeners, I am Hatch. This post is step one of hopefully a long line of posts. Catch me back here, and feel free to let lose your limitations. Farewell for now, and goodnight.