Night 30: Intercom, Early Night
"It's been a full month now."
The Head Doctor's voice wasn't as melodramatic as it usually was, though it certainly wasn't dipping into any realm of "normal." Still, he lacked his usual tone of smug superiority and he continued to speak in a strangely sane tone.
"For a full month, this batch has been cycling through. Surely, my love for holidays and their traditions has kept you all on your toes? A ha ha..."
Even his laugh seemed more thoughtful than condescending. He finally seemed to sigh and speak directly into the microphone, saying briefly and levelly:
"The man on the radio is dead. I killed him - stabbed him six times in the chest."
A pause.
"I have to say, it took a lot off my mind."
And then the intercom clicked off again in unison with the doors unlocking.
The Head Doctor's voice wasn't as melodramatic as it usually was, though it certainly wasn't dipping into any realm of "normal." Still, he lacked his usual tone of smug superiority and he continued to speak in a strangely sane tone.
"For a full month, this batch has been cycling through. Surely, my love for holidays and their traditions has kept you all on your toes? A ha ha..."
Even his laugh seemed more thoughtful than condescending. He finally seemed to sigh and speak directly into the microphone, saying briefly and levelly:
"The man on the radio is dead. I killed him - stabbed him six times in the chest."
A pause.
"I have to say, it took a lot off my mind."
And then the intercom clicked off again in unison with the doors unlocking.