Tales Of Pete: The Investigation (Part 5)

I swear if it’s not one thing it’s another. This week has been hectic, to say the least. I’ll get to exactly why later on. The day after my last post, Stevenson decided to study the dagger. He informed us that he usually keeps some lab supplies in his car. Seeing as how the card trees wrecked it, we went with the next best thing.

“I don’t have many fond memories of this place,” Stevenson said, “or any for that matter.”

We were parked in front of my old high school.

“Yeah, even with all the shit I had to deal with growing up, this place was still pretty boring,” I replied.

Up close we could now see the front doors and several windows smashed in. This made me uneasy. It meant that kids, annoying though high schoolers may be, had been taken. Also, I know I’m not one to talk about how I behaved at that age, but I won’t lie and say that some of them didn’t have it coming back then. In general, annoyance tends to beget violence.

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” I said.

To my surprise, the school seemed to have been updated since I graduated. While I wouldn’t call its equipment up to date, it certainly was an improvement when it wasn’t smashed to bits anyway. It’s weird how I was still able to remember where everything was even after being gone for so long. We…