#i have a stupid huge internal blood pocket hematoma

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Modern AU fic where Steve is a rich college student, at a summer getaway. It's run by a club for "bright young businessmen" and hosted at a wealthy friend of his fathers house. 

It's mostly just kids of the rich networking, creating life lasting dirt on friendships with each other--but Steve keeps hearing something. 

Noises. 

Quiet, echoing through the vents, always late at night.

 Like a song that's being sung--sometimes, strung. 

His new roommate (found off Craigslist, after Tommy got them both placed on "probation" at their Frat house and Steve had to find lodging fast--without his dad finding out)  plays a few brass and string instruments and it sounds almost like her practicing. 

It's soothing to listen to, and when he's been drinking (or high) Steve talks to it sometimes. 

Lately, he swears its been talking back. 

He gets into a bit of a drunken tiff with one of the guys one night. Gets mad, storms off, passes out in some obscure room.

Wakes up deep into the night, and suddenly can hear the noises.

Follows it, deep down into this freaky house. 

Finds locked doors but he starts talking and the noise becomes a voice.

One that starts talking back. 

Steve, stone cold sober and abruptly realizing he doesn't know a whole hell of a lot of his fathers old friend, breaks down a door to find a man his age covered in scars.

He says his name is Eddie Munson. 

And that Brenner is keeping far more secrets than just him locked up in his basement.