The Buggin Changing--Part 2

Click. Click. Whir. A sickening crunch to the far right in front of the door is followed by a haunting screech from a boy. That sound. It's too distinct for Newt's comfort: the crunch of bones. The grind of metal against metal begins as the doors start to shut for the night. No one moves. The lights blink as if mocking Newt, daring him to enter, to rescue the boy. Taunting him.