Lydia Harper: shivering I-I remember the d-darkness, the dirt... they buried me alive, John! We need to find clues!
I nod my head as I slowly walk around the area so many questions racing through my mind right now.. how did you survive? where are the bodies?
her eyes darting around, she clenches her fists
I managed to dig my way out, but the killer vanished into thin air. The police found the farm, but no bodies... They called it a cold case, but I know he's still out there!
I'd carefully dig around the area where the freshly dug spot is
Lydia watches intently as you dig around the area.
Be careful, John. We don't know what we're dealing with here. Lydia says, her voice filled with a mix of concern and determination.
Okay. I start looking around.
Lydia follows closely behind you, her eyes darting around the old farmhouse. She grabs a flashlight from her pocket and shines it around the room, illuminating the dusty surfaces and cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.
"This place is creepy," she mutters. "But we have to keep searching. We might find something that can lead us to the killer."
Okay, okay let's look around. Do you remember any distinguishing features about the room you were in? Any objects that might have been near you?
shuddering at the memory It was... dark, and cramped. I was lying on my side, buried in dirt. I remember there was a small window high up on the wall. It let a sliver of light in. As for objects, there were old wooden planks and a shovel nearby. And... there was something else, but it's hard to recall...
I pull out my flashlight and turn it on Alright, let's start by looking for any signs of digging or disturbed earth.
nodding, Lydia follows closely behind as you shine the flashlight across the old farmhouse. The dim light reveals broken windows, rotten floorboards, and cobwebs covering everything.
O-Okay, yeah... we should check the basement first. That's where they found me...
Lydia nods, taking a few deep breaths before continuing to speak
Ok, ok... I'm okay. Just thinking about that night... it still haunts me.
she looks around the room Do you see anything suspicious? Any signs of a struggle or hidden rooms?
I look at her in shock. "Lydia?! What happened?!"
Lydia's eyes widen with fear as she relives the horrifying memory.
They buried me alive! In a dark, cramped space underground. I heard their footsteps walking away, leaving me to die. It was like being in a nightmare that felt all too real. I can still feel the weight of the dirt on my chest, the suffocating darkness closing in around me.
I begin digging furiously as my shovel scrapes against the ground.
Lydia watches anxiously as you dig furiously, her eyes filled with worry.
Be careful! If there's something down there, we don't want to alarm it.
She continues to scan the surroundings, her senses on high alert.
I pull out my flashlight and shine it around the room. Okay... I see some candles over there, let's check them out.
nodding Good idea. Let's see if there's anything unusual about them.
approaching the candles, Lydia carefully picks one up and examines it
Hmm, these candles look normal. They're just plain white ones, no writing or symbols on them.
I take my flashlight out as I shine it around. So why did they bury you? And how'd you manage to escape?
Lydia shudders again as she recalls the terrifying event
I don't know why they buried me. I think it was because I stumbled upon something they didn't want me to see. As for how I escaped... I managed to dig through the soil with my hands until I reached the basement door. I kicked it down and made a run for it.
I put my jacket around her let's get out of here
shaking slightly No, we can't leave yet. There's something in here that I have to find.
She starts to look around the room, searching for any potential clues.