Isaac and I sat staring at the logo of the skull with three eyes. Under the skull was written "DEATH MASK PRODUCTIONS" and the sound of a heartbeat was the only thing coming from the speakers. We both said nothing.
At length Isaac swallowed. "I think you'll agree with me that that was not acted."
I nodded. "Those creatures were either real, or the best special effects I've ever seen."
"That's what I thought too," Isaac replied, and then he was quiet again. If I'd still had the ability, I would've been sick to the stomach. I'd seen a lot since I died, but this... I could only shudder at the terror that woman must have felt. And innocent, pretty girl who probably thought she was doing a friend a favour by acting in his amateur film project. But who was so twisted he got a kick out of taping that horror and sending it into the world?
Isaac was probably thinking the same thing I was. "Whoever made that tape," he said quietly, "it was not a human."
"I think that's fairly certain, yes."
He ran a hand through his brown, neatly arranged hair. "You're looking for the Nosferatu, right?"
I nodded.
"Well, they seem to have gone into hiding. And it's likely that whoever made that tape is responsible for that."
"What makes you think that?"
"Lately there have been quite a few sewer workers gone missing. They welded the sewer covers shut when they found one of them, brutally mutilated."
So these creatures also resided in the sewers, the home of the Nosferatu.
"But what does this tape help us?"
Isaac thought for a while. "Very little. At least, as long as it's incomplete. If we saw the entire tape, we might find some way to recognize the house."
"If that house isn't just a derelict place used for the occasion."
"Yes, well I supposed we'll just have to hope it isn't."
I nodded. It was better than nothing at all. "So what do we do now?"
"We don't do anything," Isaac said curtly. "But you might be interested in acquiring the entire tape. And you'd be doing the film industry a favour too, because this Death Mask Productions is scaring a lot of potential project makers."
Should have known it'd be up to me. "If you want to find the tape, I suggest you start by looking for the people... if you can call them that, who distributed this piece of excrement. This... Death Mask Productions."
"Where should I start?"
Isaac grimaced in disgust. "I think the best place to start looking would be the local smut peddlers, I suppose."
Like I said, it was going to be an unsavoury expedition.