Immediate Music - Sleepwalker
As the crowd awaited the next match of the show, the lights in the arena unexpectedly went out, engulfing the entire audience in darkness. The Titantron jolted to life, a video opening up to a bleak and abandon playground. The first noticeable image was that of a rusty swing set, with one of the swings rocking back and forth as if an unseen child was still playing on it. In the distance an old one room school house could be seen. With the camera low to the ground, it began to make it's way across the cracked pavement. As it solemnly made it's way towards the school house, a decrepit merry-go round could be seen spinning, again as if the children of it's past was still enjoying it. The slight laughter of children could be heard. Still as the camera continued on turned to a field of overgrown grass, it looked as though it hadn't been cut in a decades. Brushing through the blades of foliage, the camera came upon on old janitor's sheds. The wooden building seemed to be falling apart, so much so that if one was close enough they could see directly into the abandon building. Approaching ever closer, an old rusting chain and lock could be seen latched around the handles of the doors. Still the camera panned in closer, until it came to the crack between the doors. Into the darkness of the shed the camera peered. Through it was nearly impossible for anyone to see clearly inside, the small cracks in holes in the old shed managed to make one they clear. Someone was in there. Standing in the corner of the room, it appeared the figured was slowly and methodically banging his head against the wall of the shed. The thumping sound of body hitting against old wood was clear. As the camera stared at the sight he beheld the figure suddenly stopped. It seemed to turn it's attention towards the camera. On the long wet hair, and a white piercing eye gazed into the camera. Then suddenly like a flash of lightening bolted for the door. In an instant the camera fell backwards, it's view now peering into the sky as the sound of a somebody slamming against the old wood and the chain going tight as if it was holding whatever or whoever it was inside. With dark and gloomy sky the only thing visible, the subtle sound of children's laughter could be heard once more. Then an rough, and arid voice spoke.
"I'm... Coming... Back..."
Then with that, the camera cut it's feed. The sound of static quickly followed by the long drawn out high pitched tone engulfed the PA. Leaving the arena once again in nothing but utter darkness. It was long after that, that the lights returned to normal. The show could now continue, but the crowd was left in a disturbed wonder. Who could it be?
As the crowd awaited the next match of the show, the lights in the arena unexpectedly went out, engulfing the entire audience in darkness. The Titantron jolted to life, a video opening up to a bleak and abandon playground. The first noticeable image was that of a rusty swing set, with one of the swings rocking back and forth as if an unseen child was still playing on it. In the distance an old one room school house could be seen. With the camera low to the ground, it began to make it's way across the cracked pavement. As it solemnly made it's way towards the school house, a decrepit merry-go round could be seen spinning, again as if the children of it's past was still enjoying it. The slight laughter of children could be heard. Still as the camera continued on turned to a field of overgrown grass, it looked as though it hadn't been cut in a decades. Brushing through the blades of foliage, the camera came upon on old janitor's sheds. The wooden building seemed to be falling apart, so much so that if one was close enough they could see directly into the abandon building. Approaching ever closer, an old rusting chain and lock could be seen latched around the handles of the doors. Still the camera panned in closer, until it came to the crack between the doors. Into the darkness of the shed the camera peered. Through it was nearly impossible for anyone to see clearly inside, the small cracks in holes in the old shed managed to make one they clear. Someone was in there. Standing in the corner of the room, it appeared the figured was slowly and methodically banging his head against the wall of the shed. The thumping sound of body hitting against old wood was clear. As the camera stared at the sight he beheld the figure suddenly stopped. It seemed to turn it's attention towards the camera. On the long wet hair, and a white piercing eye gazed into the camera. Then suddenly like a flash of lightening bolted for the door. In an instant the camera fell backwards, it's view now peering into the sky as the sound of a somebody slamming against the old wood and the chain going tight as if it was holding whatever or whoever it was inside. With dark and gloomy sky the only thing visible, the subtle sound of children's laughter could be heard once more. Then an rough, and arid voice spoke.
"I'm... Coming... Back..."
Then with that, the camera cut it's feed. The sound of static quickly followed by the long drawn out high pitched tone engulfed the PA. Leaving the arena once again in nothing but utter darkness. It was long after that, that the lights returned to normal. The show could now continue, but the crowd was left in a disturbed wonder. Who could it be?
