Stan was the first to make it inside the cabin. The phone incessantly rang as if it were urging him to pick up. When he did, only a crackling sound could be heard from the other side, and underneath that layer, a sound that even Stan couldn’t hear. Startling, dark whispers warning them. Warning them of impending death, chaos, and destruction – a warning that no one heard.
The next few hours passed in a whirl and Carter had all but forgotten about that phone call. But it nagged in her mind, struggling to break free. A tickling memory far in the back reaches of her thoughts. Only problem was that she wouldn’t bring that memory forth until it was too late.