The Howling Blackout
We came across the beast almost by accident. We’d been staying in a hotel in the Tampa Bay area following the conclusion of the immediate previous investigation, and I was browsing my phone on my bed while Hugh was up compiling his notes by the desk. As we were going about our business, right around five in the morning, the power started flickering. First just the once, but soon twice, a third time, with more and more frequency until it settled into almost a rhythm. Hugh slammed down his papers in annoyance. “I certainly hope they haven’t decided to start tinkering with the electricity at this hour,” he huffed and slid his papers neatly into a folder, and that folder into his bag. “They’re probably dealing with the same faultiness, and others have probably already started complaining,” I offered. “Well, they’re about to get one, if they aren’t,” he got up, throwing his bag over his shoulder, and went out. I hastily slipped my shoes on and followed suit, deciding the si...