Nightworld Page #3

I flew in from Varna.

That's where I live.

Well, lived.

- Live, lived?

- It's a long story,

(laughs) like I said.

I retired there.

- A little young to be

retired, aren't you?

- I'll take that as a

compliment, thank you.

- Did you know

that your building

is quite famous

around these parts?

There are a lot of history

behind those walls.

- Yes, so people

keep telling me.

- I've only ever read about it,

never actually been inside but,

this place has weathered

a lot over the years.

- Never been inside?

- [Zara] Uh, no.

- Well, maybe sometime

you can come by,

I could show you around.

I mean, it's pretty

spectacular inside.

It would also liven up what

is usually a very boring day.

Call me and we'll

set something up.

- I would if I had your number.

- Let me see your phone.

(phone softly beeps)

Well, now you do.

(gate creaks)

(intense dramatic music)

(phone alerts)

(suspenseful bass booms)

What the...

(eerie suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- [Jacob] Ya?

- Yeah, um, I was told to call

this number if something...

- [Jacob] What's the

problem, Mr. Anderson?

- Uh, (laughs) well,

actually I'm not sure.

I'm not even positive

I saw something,

it's just that...

- I'm on the way, Mr. Anderson.

Meet me at the front

of the building in,

shall we say, 15 minutes?

- Sure.

Who is this I'm talking to?

Hello?

Hello?

- Wait please.

Mr. Anderson?

- Uh, yeah.

Sorry, I didn't realize--

- Don't worry, Mr. Anderson,

you are not the first.

And you certainly

won't be the last.

Jacob.

- Pleasure to meet you, Jacob.

- He's been paid, Mr. Anderson.

- It's Brett.

- Ah.

Well then, Mr. Brett,

would you be so kind

as to escort me downstairs

to the basement?

- Absolutely.

This way.

Watch your step.

- I wasn't always blind

during my time here.

Ah, I remember it like

the back of my hand.

- I'm sorry, you worked here?

- For some time, yes.

What did the camera record?

And again, I remind you,

Brett, please, in detail.

- It's just a blur.

I mean, it looked

like the shadow

of something moving really fast.

I tried to play it back slowly

and I couldn't

make anything out.

- I'm going to need

you to play it back.

Frame by frame.

And take me through everything

you see on the screen.

- [Brett] It's a couple

of frames is all there is.

I mean, it's less than a second.

- Can you make

anything else out?

You said it looked

like a shadow.

Shadow of what?

- Honestly, Jacob,

I have no idea.

It could be anything.

- Are there any

marks on the ground?

- What kind of marks?

- [Jacob] Like footprints.

- No, nothing.

Am I supposed to be

looking for footprints?

- Play it again, please.

- Well, maybe if the

lighting was better in there

I could see something.

But honestly, I don't know

what the hell I'm looking at.

And I really think

we should go in there

and take a look around.

- Absolutely not.

- You know what, Jacob?

I'm playing along because you

seem like a nice enough guy.

But honestly, I'm getting

a little sick and tired

of this Cloak and

Dagger bullshit.

Who are you?

Why did you take a cab over here

in the middle of the

night to come look

at some blur which

is probably nothing,

but we're not gonna know that

because you won't let me go in

there and take a look around.

- My, my, my. (laughs)

Martin did say you are

the inquisitive type.

He certainly wasn't wrong.

But,

I believe he picked the

right man for the job.

- You didn't answer

my question, Jacob.

Who are you?

- Very well.

(sighs) I work

for Martin, Goran,

and the company as

a consultant, Brett.

Satisfied?

- Consultant?

Well, they did mention

something about that

in the interview.

You could have just said that.

- Yes, I could

have, but I didn't.

And before I worked

for Martin and Goran,

I did what you are doing now.

- How long did you

work for these people?

- Until my eyesight

was taken from me.

What good is a night

watchman who's blind?

Answer me that, Brett.

- [Brett] Should we

call Martin and Goran

so they can tell someone at

the company what's happened?

- [Jacob] There's

no need for that.

I shall inform them

in the morning.

- What are you doing?

- Listening, Mr. Anderson.

I'm listening.

(phone ringing)

- [Brett] Zara.

- Brett, hi.

Um, what's up?

- [Brett] Sorry for

calling so late.

I was just wondering if you

could help me with something.

- I can try, yeah.

- What you were

telling me today,

about this building being so

famous around these parts,

I was trying to find

something online,

but all I could find were a

couple of pretty light articles.

- Well, there isn't

really much about things

like that online.

The stories mostly

came from locals

and people who live

nearby, you know.

- Yeah, well, I guess

that explains it.

- [Zara] Why do you ask?

Are you looking

into the murders?

- Murders?

- Oh, didn't they tell

you about the twin girls

that were found dead there

when you took the job?

- No.

No, they didn't.

- Oh, geez.

A while back

this guy tried to

break into the building

in the middle of the night.

When the police were called,

(thunder rolls)

they checked the

trunk of his car

and found the bodies of

two eight year old girls,

twins, inside it.

- Christ.

- It actually gets a

lot weirder. (laughs)

Turns out he was their father.

He claimed their

mother killed them,

but when the police

went looking for her,

they couldn't find her.

- What happened to her?

- She disappeared.

Nobody knows where.

- Did he say anything else?

- He wouldn't speak to

the cops or anyone else.

Couple of days later

and he was found dead.

He hung himself.

- Listen, um, if you have some

time tomorrow, could we meet?

- I can meet you, after

I finish up at the caf.

- Perfect.

(children laughing)

(floor creaking)

(ominous bass booms)

(eerie piano music)

(clock ticking)

(ominous bass booms)

(birds trilling)

(intense dramatic music)

(clock ticking)

(footsteps crunching)

(intense screeching)

(gasps)

(panting)

(coughs)

- Mr. Anderson,

Brett, you're awake.

- Yeah, Martin,

listen, I'm sorry.

My alarm, last night, I'm not

really sure what happened.

- It's okay, these

things happen.

You met Jacob last night.

- I did, yeah.

- Called him, correct?

- Was I not supposed to?

- No, no, no.

You did the right thing,

you did the right thing.

I'm here, I'm making a

copy of the recordings.

I've gotta get it to the

company, they want to review it.

- Well shouldn't we go in

there and check things out?

- No.

Everything I need, right here.

Look, keep doing

what you're doing.

And get that alarm

clock fixed, yes?

- Sure, yeah.

- All right, goodbye, Brett.

- Bye.

(traffic rumbling)

(soft piano music)

- Wow!

This place is so cool.

- Wait until you

see the apartment.

- Finally.

This is Zahari's place.

(moves into soft eerie music)

She's very pretty.

Who is she?

- It's my wife.

My late wife.

- Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean to say--

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