Post by Skid-Z on Jan 14, 2013 16:53:58 GMT -5
Week 1 of month 10:
The whispers and rumors start in local social places around one of Detroit’s more upperclass melting pot neighbourhoods. Eventually, local tabloids pick up on gossip about weird stuff going on. People no longer showing up for work, the most respectable acquaintances and friends-of-a-friend-of-mines getting into scuffles over bets and competitions no-one ever knew they took part in. Small things. With a small increase of petty crimes no-one really bothered. And the increased delivery of televisions, sports-channel+ subscriptions and the sudden spur of high-performance car parts also raised a few eyebrows, but nothing truly alarming.
It got alarming when the police got wind of a sudden gang of illegal streetracers holding nightly gatherings and competitions and found ordinary family-members, secretaries and managers behind the wheels. But the strong arm of the law soon found itself at a loss as there was no one group of racers. Without a specific organization, each arrest was simply opening up a slot for another random person to start racing. Their final solution was to simply try and install a curfew and block driving at night. Their problem shifted to daytime troubles.
At the same time, more people began to stay home, people who visited to try and find out what was going on reporting that ‘their friends/family seemed like an entirely different person’ and ‘we never saw him/her/them behave like this before’. But nothing made the news as big as the gambling ring that was found in the local home of the elderly. People no longer spoke of specific families. They spoke of the neighbourhood.
People spoke of a crime gang, of things in the water. With hesitation, people spoke of a demon, of a haunting. Then, after about three weeks, before the start of month 11, everything stopped. People affected reported feeling ‘compelled’, ‘obsessed with competition’ and ‘out of control’. Some mentioned night terrors and the feeling of some unseen force influencing them. Little would it probably help save for more in-depth research.
And then the scorpion infestation hits Detroit. That obviously draws all attention away from this incident.
The whispers and rumors start in local social places around one of Detroit’s more upperclass melting pot neighbourhoods. Eventually, local tabloids pick up on gossip about weird stuff going on. People no longer showing up for work, the most respectable acquaintances and friends-of-a-friend-of-mines getting into scuffles over bets and competitions no-one ever knew they took part in. Small things. With a small increase of petty crimes no-one really bothered. And the increased delivery of televisions, sports-channel+ subscriptions and the sudden spur of high-performance car parts also raised a few eyebrows, but nothing truly alarming.
It got alarming when the police got wind of a sudden gang of illegal streetracers holding nightly gatherings and competitions and found ordinary family-members, secretaries and managers behind the wheels. But the strong arm of the law soon found itself at a loss as there was no one group of racers. Without a specific organization, each arrest was simply opening up a slot for another random person to start racing. Their final solution was to simply try and install a curfew and block driving at night. Their problem shifted to daytime troubles.
At the same time, more people began to stay home, people who visited to try and find out what was going on reporting that ‘their friends/family seemed like an entirely different person’ and ‘we never saw him/her/them behave like this before’. But nothing made the news as big as the gambling ring that was found in the local home of the elderly. People no longer spoke of specific families. They spoke of the neighbourhood.
People spoke of a crime gang, of things in the water. With hesitation, people spoke of a demon, of a haunting. Then, after about three weeks, before the start of month 11, everything stopped. People affected reported feeling ‘compelled’, ‘obsessed with competition’ and ‘out of control’. Some mentioned night terrors and the feeling of some unseen force influencing them. Little would it probably help save for more in-depth research.
And then the scorpion infestation hits Detroit. That obviously draws all attention away from this incident.