Driving down Creek Road in a silver mini van from the Brooklawn Circle, Peggy Jennings was with her two partners in crime, Mike and Tom Mallory. On their way back from an unsuccessful ghost hunt at a suspected haunted house in Westville, the mood between all three of them was somber.
Sitting in the middle of the back seat, Mike glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard. Time read 3:57 a.m. “That was an incredible waste of time,” he sighed.
Peggy, always the positive one, replied, “We win some, we lose some, but it’s never a waste of time.”
Quietly riding shotgun in the passenger seat, listening to a police scanner with headphones, Tom suddenly piped up.
“You guys,” he said excitedly. “Something big is going on up ahead. They’re talking about two dead police officers and another three missing at a major auto accident on Benigno Blvd.”
“What?” Peggy gasped in disbelief.
“Shit…,” Mike said under his breath.
Just then, something in the back behind Mike started to beep, catching his attention.
Tom looked at Peggy.
“There’s more,” he quipped. “There’s also reports of a car on fire at the Wawa and police are looking for a black vehicle with red headlights.”
Leaning over the back of his seat, Mike was trying to determine where the beeping was coming from as it continued to get louder.
“Who would have red headlights on their car?,” Peggy asked.
Lifting up a small, black canvas bag, Mike could easily hear the beeping coming from inside. Unzipping it, he removed the SLS camera, a device used to locate any unseen entities inside a room, and examined it.
Turning back around, he held it in his hands and looked at the screen. A blip on it was steadily growing brighter and the intervals between the beeping grew shorter and shorter.
“Hey you guys!!! The SLS camera is showing something approaching from up ahead.”
Peggy looked at him in the rear view mirror. “It’s only meant to pick up something from no more than 25 feet away.”
“I know that, Peggy.” He replied sarcastically.
As the mini van passed by Bellmawr Lake, it started up the ramp to the bridge that crossed over 295.
Suddenly, more devices in the back behind Mike began to ring, beep and flash. Looking over his shoulder, he yelled out to the others. “Something really weird is going on back here!!!”