"Shucky, stand guard."
From Adrian’s shadow, the big dog with black fur that we had seen in the van hours ago came out of the shadows.
It walked towards the window and stood guard in front of it, its body positioned between us and the strange figure.
A cautious growl escaped its throat as it stared towards the window area.
Its fur seemed to stand on end, and it showed no signs of relaxing despite the man being so far away.
Although the silhouette of the man was from a far distance, I could not help but feel that it was waiting for us to let our guard down before running towards us.
The third recording had ended with Daniel seeing a man outside his window, only for that same man to suddenly run towards him.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the man was going to remain there until we played the next recording, or if he would move the moment we turned our attention away from him.
"I see... so the events within the tape slowly come to life within this supernatural space as well..."
Marcus spoke his thoughts out loud, to which no one disagreed.
It was quite terrifying, as we didn’t know what exactly the audio tapes contained.
Therefore, every scenario that appeared within the recordings was something we’d have to immediately think of a way to counteract or survive once it showed up in front of us.
We had no idea whether the events would occur exactly as they had been described, nor did we know how much time we had before they happened.
All we could do was remain alert and be prepared to react to whatever came our way.
Seeing as how the man waving from afar had not moved even after a few minutes had passed, Shucky continued to growl and stand guard.
Adrian didn’t seem to be in a hurry to give any further orders either.
He simply kept his attention on the figure outside, allowing the rest of us to continue with the investigation while Shucky remained in front of the window.
Elias eventually walked up to play the fourth audio tape.
...
"Man, I slept really well!"
"I had a strange dream last night... but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was about..."
"Ugh. Just thinking about it gives me a bit of a headache. Maybe I’m still not used to farm life...?"
"Still, there’s something about this place that keeps getting under my skin. I can’t really put my finger on it, but the whole farm just feels... off."
"Fuck. Does that sound offensive? Ah, whatever. I’ll just get today’s chores out of the way and get some rest afterward..."
"The owner left me a note listing all the chores I need to take care of today. Once I’m finished, I’ll head back to my car and take a little trip around the area."
"I’ve been stuck on this farm for quite a while now, and honestly, I’m starting to get a little stir-crazy. It wouldn’t hurt to drive out and grab a burger somewhere, haha."
"A change of scenery would do me some good."
...
There were a series of cutouts within the audio tape where it constantly glitched, along with the occasional sounds of footsteps, which we assumed belonged to Daniel as he walked around doing his chores.
However, the audio was constantly being cut up and resumed, making it difficult to follow the progression of his day.
Each time his voice returned, it seemed as though he had already moved on to another task.
After a few minutes, Daniel’s voice could finally be heard again.
...
"I’m really curious about where they keep the animals... Should I go take a look? I mean, the owner said there’s only pigs on the farm, so where the hell are they being kept?"
"Ugh, actually, this place is creeping me out, so maybe I shouldn’t act out on my curiosity... Whatever, I’ll just grab my keys and head to my car. I could use a little break from this place."
"..."
"Wait... where did my keys go? Huh...? I’m pretty sure I left them here. Did I misplace them or something?"
"..."
"Even my car is gone?? What the fuck?!"
"Did the owner take my car or something? That motherfucker! Seriously, what the hell is going on here?!"
...
Frustration could be heard in Daniel’s voice, followed by the sound of footsteps.
...
"Fucking hell, I’m in his room, and he’s not here! Not even his belongings are here! That motherfucker took my car and ran off with all his things."
"Holy fuck! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!"
"Ugh... wait, he left a note...?"
"It says... [’Daniel, feed the pig tomorrow, I’m sorry’]...?"
...
Just then, a large portion of the audio suddenly cut out, followed by the strange sound of murmuring.
None of us could make out what the recording was saying, nor could we understand the entirety of the muffled words that came through.
We looked around, but nothing within the supernatural space seemed to be changing. The silhouette of the waving man was still standing outside the window.
After a moment, we calmed down, with Shucky continuing to stand guard by the window.
I could see Nica looking around nervously, her gaze moving between the recording player and our surroundings.
Eventually, she volunteered to play the fifth audio tape.
Click.
...
"Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside. Please, help me get out. There are people outside."