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( the vanishing of will byers )
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EVERYWHERE WAS JUST EMPTY. The quiet was eerie and discomforting to the girl as she continued her exploration. Callie didn't know what to think of all of this. It was just too odd. The girl assumed there was a demonstration of some sort that she was clearly missing. But, this demonstration wouldn't account for the lack of guards patrolling the hallways—would it?
Callie couldn't count how many trips she had taken up and down the elevator. She was confused. At this point, Callie had absolutely no idea where she was. Every hallway and corridor looked like a carbon copy of the other. She didn't know if the lights were suddenly beaming brighter and whiter than before or if she was coming down with some sort of sickness.
Every head movement suddenly became heavier than the last as everything became fuzzy. She stumbles into a door, which wakes her up with a large bang of her head against wood.
Callie puts a hand to her head as she looks up at a door without a name plac on its wood. She looks around and realizes that none of these doors had name placs on them. Even if the rooms weren't offices, they would at least have the name of what room they are. Even stranger, this door was unlocked. Most doors needed keycard access. These doors seemed to be accessed by regular keys. Still, it didn't explain why this room was unlocked.
Callie pushes the door in and it was a somewhat cramped room with only a small twin bed and a drawing taped to the wall.
She furrowed her brows. This was not what she had expected.
What the fuck is going on here?
The girl had taken a couple hundred steps back to the security office on one of the upper floors of the facility. This way she could breathe and think clearly. For some reason, the basement levels of the building felt more suffocating than it should.
Callie's eyes felt likethey were about to pop out of her eye sockets at how largely they were widened. Her shaking hands cupped her gaping mouth. The beating of her erratic heart reverberated throughout her body.
She swallows roughly as she rewinds the security tape. The whirring only lasts a few seconds before Callie abruptly pauses it on a particular frame. The screen displayed the hallways of a concealed basement floor and in those hallways stood a tall man in a black suit next to a small child with a shaved head. Callie could only ever think the worse, especially when she thinks back on the details of the "research" her parents have reluctantly shared with her.
