You take a moment to find the non-emergency number, call it, let it ring… and explain your situation; the dispatcher agrees, it does sound suspicious. Worrisome, even. She says she’ll send someone right away, but that still leaves you and Ashe waiting around and preforming crowd control for the next half-hour.
“Is that real blood?” The looky-lous at the tape ask the minute you turn around. They probably overheard the whole thing. Ashe didn’t make that big of a square.
Still, you shake your head. “We’re just retooling some things.”
“Didn’t you just call the cops?” A young woman asks with an incredulous fold of her arms.
You shrug. “We’re not supposed to have our phones out here with us.”
She rolls her eyes, but the longer you stand there, not explaining, the more obvious it becomes she won’t be getting an answer. One more scoff and eye roll and she—along with the rest of her entourage—leaves you and Ashe to your waiting.
“Holy shit.” It sounds like Ashe has been waiting to let that out.
“Yeah.” You agree. However this actually turns out… Yeah.
“Do you think we should check the rest of the haunt for like, more body parts or something?”
“No.” Maybe. But that was probably what the cops would do anyway. “That wouldn’t make sense. I thought we were supposed to shut the whole midway down… or else.”
“Do you think they meant us-us?”
You shake your head. No way. Maybe the Belroses were friendly with you, but not hey you should shut down the midway -friendly.
Ashe looks a shade extra conspiratorial,
"Do you think it's the ghosts?"
Absolutely not.
Maybe...
Oh, for sure.
