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Fawns POV

Why is everything so dusty...

I wiped dust off yet another box, and read the label.

1920-1930

That's what the label read. I sighed, relieved. I was doing a report on the history of Louisiana, and I needed to find the early 20's.

I was also just happy because I could finally get out of this god forsaken library basement. It smells like mold and mildew, and the air feels wet.

"Gotcha..." I muttered and gently removed the lid to the box. It looked ancient, and I really didn't want to pay for any of this so I need to be careful.

Inside were yellowed newspapers, tapes, and what seemed to be records.

I put the lid back onto the box, and lugged it up the damp concrete stairs. When I reached the door, I pushed it open with my shoulder, taking a deep breath of nice fresh air.

Or...at least it was better air.

The library had grown dim from the sun beginning to set. When the librarian spotted me, she smiled warmly.

"Find everything you needed, sweetie?" She said happily as I approached the desk.

"Yes!" I breathed out, setting the box down and putting my hands on my hips. I blew air from my lips and up into my hair, moving the strand that had fallen in front of my face.

"That's just wonderful," the kind middle aged woman hummed, and scanned the barcode on the side of the box. It was the only thing on it that looked new.

"Well, you'll just need to have this back to me in a month, and you're all set!" She chirped and I smiled at her before picking up the box once again.

"Thank you!"

On my walk home, I got an eerie feeling in the back of my head. Like something was wrong.

I shook it off, chalking it up to my anxiety acting out.

I bumped open my door with my hip, then proceeded to shut it with my foot.

With a heavy sigh, I dropped the box onto my coffee table, and fell back into my hand-me-down leather couch.

Dust flew up everywhere when I dropped the box and I sputtered and waved my hands, coughing. After my little freak out, I leaned forward and peeled the top off the box once more, tenderly removing the contents.

Papers go on the left.

Cassettes on the right.

Those weird records can stay in the box.

I picked up the first paper.

November 21st, 1920

In this paper there wasn't much useful information. No jarring events. Just a bit on politics and a few crimes here and there.

There was a robbery, and the fella who did it got caught the same day. What an idiot.

Getting away with crime in 1920 would have been so easy...just...don't get seen. That's it.

I put that paper down, moving on to the next.

January 5th, 1921

This one was interesting.

A double murder.

A mother and father were stabbed to death in their country home, but no one was ever convicted.

Their son came home from work to find them dead. How awful.

I jotted down the events in bullets on my notepad and moved on.

Okay this one is interesting. It's from the exact same year.

Two more murders.

The news was making a big fuss of all the killings, and it made the front page. I moved on to the next paper.

...

More murders...

I flipped through most of the news papers.

Young man strangled to death by the creek...

Young man found gutted in the woods...

Man found beaten to death and gagged inside his home...

As the years progressed, the murders got more frequent, more violent. By the end of the stack, my heart was racing.

My hand shook as I picked up the last paper.

October 31st, 1930

The stock market crashed the year before. The murders had calmed after that happened. But now, reading the headline of this paper, my blood ran cold.

"5 found dead, the corpses mutilated. Oh the humanity...when will this villain be caught?"

Holy shit.

I had no idea that New Orleans had such a violent serial killer for so many years. To think they never did catch him.

I wiped my sweaty hands on my legs and swallowed to wet my throat that had gone dry.

My eyes moved to the cassettes and I picked one up slowly. After all those papers, I was a little bit uneasy.

My eyes widened and my interest rose.

1925: Alastor! Darling of New Orleans.

What does that mean?

I walked over to my tv and slipped in the old cassette, pressing play after it was secure. My tv flickered to life and basically took me back in time as the images flickered across the screen.

The choppy black and white film made me tilt my head with intrigue, and a title went across the screen.

It was the same thing that was written on the tape, just in big curly letters.

The film went black and then came back to life as a building came into view. It had a ridiculously large antenna on top of it, but I actually recognized the building.

It was the library.

It didn't have the antenna anymore, but as the tape played I realized it used to be a radio station.

A voice began to play over the tape, startling me. I guess this is just old film with the radio broadcasts edited in, because 1925 didn't have sound over film.

The voice was that of a young man, and he began to speak smoothly.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen! It's your favorite host, Alastor, and I do hope you're all tuning in,"

His voice was alluring, and held a charm that made me curious. Something was off about it...he almost sounded too charming.

He continued talking, and the film was just clips of the radio building and the recording studio.

Suddenly, a man was on screen. He had his hands behind his back, and very long legs.

I studied him, and he smiled at the camera, waving his hand. The choppy film made everything seem to move just a bit faster than normal, giving the illusion of a slideshow.

The man straightened his little glasses and it zoomed in on his face. He had one of the most charming smiles I think I've ever seen. Sharp canines, and straight pearls lined the inside of his mouth.

The only way to describe him would be a modern day pretty boy. Except he kind of looked like a goofball at the same time.

He had a vest on, with a dark dress shirt underneath and suspenders to hold up his dark slacks.

I didn't know what color anything was, everything was black and white.

His eyes were dark, and so was his hair. His skin, if I had to guess, was a light brown. It wasn't pasty, but also wasn't dark. It was like a neutral grey.

His hair was fluffy, and styled in a cute way on his head.

I found myself giggling as he excitedly led the cameraman around the studio.

It was then I realized he must be this Alastor who was voicing over the film. The voiceover had nothing to do with the actual film, and seemed to just be old broadcasts.

The voice fit him properly, and now that I had a face, a name, and a voice it was easier to picture him. My brain was less confused.

I jotted down his name in my notepad under the bullets about the murders. He'd be the topic for my final paragraph.

The video came to an end, and he waved to the camera as it faded to black. I found myself waving back, a small smile on my face.

What a cute little dude.

I pushed myself up off the couch, walking over to my video player. My finger pressed against the eject tape button and I waited.

Nothing.

My brows furrowed and I pressed it again.

It shocked me, and I yelped. I popped my finger in my mouth and glared at it.

Stupid old thing.

I pressed the button again, and nothing happened.

Oh shit.

No, no no it can't be broken, I have to return this!

Before I could continue freaking out, sparks began to flicker around the mouth of the player.

I cocked an eyebrow, and then the sparks grew larger. My eyes widened and I stepped away, bumping into my coffee table.

That caused me to lose my balance, gasping before I stumbled and fell onto my butt. My sore calf radiated a deep pain, and I nursed it with a bit of pressure from my palm.

Then I looked back up to see my sparking cassette player now smoking. The sparks were shooting out, hitting the floor all around me.

I yelped and then screamed when one of them actually hit me. It burned, and I began crawling away.

The sparks were out of control, loud electrical noises sounding through my apartment before horror swept through my veins as the sparks consumed me.

Another scream tore through my throat, my arms guarding my face as a horrible burning sensation took over my body.

Then the world went dark.