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Sleep Tight Stories - Bedtime Stories for Kids
The Transfer Student Vol.2. P.22 👽 (Bedtime story series)
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A bedtime story series full of mystery and intrigue.
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A Short Message for Grown Ups as parents, we know how quickly family time can slip into scrolling time. Everyone on their own devices After a long day, wouldn't it be great to share something active and fun? Instead? Meet Next Playground, an active game system powered by your body. No controllers, no wearables, just natural motion driven play. Join Bluey and Keepy uppy. Fly with how to Train youn Dragon, Dance with Barbie, Pop Bubbles in Gabby's Dollhouse, or Train with Kung Fu Panda. All from your living room and it's totally kids safe. No ads, no in app purchases, no mature content, just clean active fun to bring the family together this fall. Want to learn more? Visit nextplayground.com that's nexplayground.com to explore active gaming today. A short message for grown ups Looking for a fun way to keep the Bluey fans in your home busy with imaginative screen free play? The Bluey Supermarket Playset is here, standing over 15 inches tall and packed with surprises across three levels of fun. Inspired by the episode Kids, this set comes with exclusive Bluey and Bingo figures, including Bingo holding her lollipop. There's a real working escalator, a rooftop cafe, and even an intercom with 24 different sound effects your kids will love. With over 15 play pieces, shelves to explore, carts to fill, and stickers to decorate, your little ones can recreate favorite scenes or invent new ones of their own. It also works with all your other Bluey figures for even more imaginative adventures. The Bluey Supermarket Playset is available at all major retailers. Hello friends and welcome to sleept Stories. Each week we share a few shout outs and birthday wishes for listeners who help support the show. It's a small way we say thank you and it always makes us smile. A big congratulations to Connor from Acushnet, Massachusetts for advancing a year early in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. We're so proud of your passion and progress. Love Mom, Dad, Charlotte and Leo. Happy belated birthday to Winnie on September 16th. Charlie is proud and loves you tiny. Happy belated 6th birthday to Joanie on October 13th. Mama, Daddy, Kirby, Bubba and the chickens love you so much. We are grateful for your kind, hilarious and inquisitive nature and are so excited to see what the next year brings for you. Happy 6th birthday to our Leo from Mom, dad, Sammy, Rory and Raffi. Happy 4th birthday to our energetic, curious cutie boy Maceo listening in with his siblings on Alexander Lane and off to have a spooky celebration at Chuck E. Cheese. Your family loves you. Happy 12th birthday to Sadie in Round Rock Texas on October 22nd. Whether you are in math class or in the band hall, you are always defying gravity with your hard work, kindness and sense of humor. Love Mom, Dad, Hank and Pickles. Happy Birthday to Lucy grinhaus who turns four on October 22nd. We are so proud of you our silly, loving and curious Lucy Bug. Mommy, Daddy, Ava, Lilia and Nora love you so much. Happy 6th birthday Ella Bella from White Rock, BC. We're so proud of the funny, beautiful, kind, strong and amazing girl you're becoming. You light up every place you go. Never change. Love, Mommy, Daddy and Boo Boo. Happy seventh Birthday to Hannah from Louisville, Kentucky. Mama and Daddy love you and are so proud of your hard work at school school volleyball and Taekwondo. This next year will be your best one yet. Happy belated 8th birthday to Ava Tully from Waukesha, Wisconsin on October 12th. Emma, Olivia, mom, dad, Bruce, Louisa and Ralphie are all very proud of you and love you very much. Happy 9th birthday to Lachlan T from Calgary, Alberta. We all love you so much. Mom and dad are so proud of you buddy and Happy Birthday Sebastian. We hope eight is great. You have an adventurous spirit and a kind heart and we love you so much. Love Mom, Dad, Spooky and Bluey. Happy Birthday to you all and thank you for supporting the show. If you'd like to support our podcast and enjoy ad free episodes, unlock bonus stories and so much more, you can join SleepType Premium. Subscribe in just two taps via the link in the show Notes now on to our story. Red and the gang have made their plans for their next outing and how they are going to do that without anyone finding out what they are doing now they just need to get through the next few days. The transfer student volume 2 heart 22 red is walking home from the library, still processing everything they planned, when her phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number behind the coffee shop near Queen Street. Need to talk Em. Her heart jumps Meridian. She finds him at Receiver's Coffee, leaning against the old brick wall with his hands shoved in his poc. He looks frustrated rather than scared, but there's definitely urgency in his expression. My parents found out I've been helping you, he says the moment she's close enough to hear. Not the details, but enough. They're worried the corrupt faction will notice my involvement and use me to pressure them. Are you in trouble? Red asks, guilt washing over her. Not trouble exactly, more like protective relocation. Meridian pulls out a small data chip. They're transferring our family to a different integration district three hours away. My Dad's being reassigned to another AID office. We're moving this weekend. Red's stomach drops. Meridian has been their secret ally, their inside source of information about how the AID actually works. I wanted to give you this before I go. He hands her the chip. Everything I know about the water treatment plant layout, security systems, entry points. My parents worked on facility documentation years ago, so I was able to pull detailed maps without them noticing. This is going to help so much, red says, taking the chip. I hope so. Meridian glances around the narrow street, checking they're alone. My sister. Remember I told you about her? She's actually okay. They relocated her to live with our aunt in another city after she asked too many questions about the corruption. She's under monitoring, has to check in regularly, but she's safe. That's what happens when the AID wants to silence someone without making it obvious. They just separate families, make it inconvenient to cause problems. He explains the water plant's layout quickly. The old filtration building, basement access mostly just rusted locks and boarded up windows since the place has been abandoned for years. Find those archives before Torres does, Meridian says. Dr. Hart protected them for decades. Now it's your turn. Then he's walking away, disappearing around the corner, and Red is left holding another crucial piece of Dr. Hart's puzzle. The next afternoon, Thursday, Red stays after school to work on a science project with Charlie. They're actually in the library, reviewing Meridian's water plant data on Charlie's laptop, keeping the screen angled away from anyone who might walk by. They're packing up when Agent Torres appears nearby, browsing books in their aisle. Red, Charlie, he says pleasantly, working hard on another project. You two are quite the dedicated students. Just finishing up, red says, closing the laptop a bit too quickly. Torres picks up a book about local history, flipping through it casually. You know, I've been impressed by how involved you and your friends are. The mascot mystery. All those library sessions. Very thorough. We just like solving mysteries, charlie says, trying to sound casual. Clearly. Torres sets the book down and leans against the shelf, his tone still friendly but with an edge. Though I hope you're being careful about where that curiosity leads you. Some mysteries are better left alone. Red keeps her voice steady. What do you mean? Well, there are a lot of old abandoned places around town. Quarries, treatment plants, old industrial sites. He shrugs. Kids sometimes think it's fun to explore them, but they're dangerous. Unstable structures, hazardous materials. The kind of places where someone could get sick, seriously hurt. We're not planning to go anywhere dangerous, red says. Good, good. I'd hate to see fellow students get hurt or get into trouble they can't get out of. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. Sometimes when people go looking for things, they find more than they bargained for. And not always the good kind of more. Charlie shifts his backpack nervously. We're just doing school stuff. I'm sure you are. Torres straightens up. Just remember, if you ever come across something that seems too big, too complicated, too adult for middle school students to handle, the smart thing is to walk away. Ask for help from the right people. Don't try to be heroes. He picks up his book again. Have a great rest of your week. Stay safe. Stay smart. After he walks away, Red and Charlie sit frozen for a moment. That was Charlie starts a warning. Red finishes. He knows we're investigating something, but I don't think he knows exactly what. He's trying to scare us into. Backing off. Is it working? Charlie asks, only half joking. Red thinks about the 47 families arriving in seven days, about Dr. Hart's stolen technology, about everything they've already discovered. No. It just means we're onto something important. But we need to move faster. He's definitely watching us now. Tomorrow after school. Tomorrow after school, Red confirms we'll go earlier than planned before he figures out our next move. Friday feels like the longest day of Red's life. Every class drags on forever after, quickly coordinating via their coded messages. The night before, everyone told their parents they'd be seeing a movie together. Perfect cover for their real mission. After the school bell rings, they execute their dispersal exactly as planned, leaving through different exits, taking different routes through town. Red walks through the park. Blue loops around the library. Charlie goes past the coffee shop. One by one they converge at the meeting point near the old railroad. The water treatment plant looms ahead, a massive complex of concrete buildings and rusted metal tanks that was shut down five years ago when the city built a newer facility. Now it's just fenced off, industrial ruins covered in no TRESPASSING and Danger KEEP out signs that apparently everyone ignores based on the amount of graffiti everywhere. Okay, red says, pulling out her phone to review Meridian's map one last time. The filtration building is that big rectangular one on the left, basement access through the maintenance entrance on the north side. They search for the gap Meridian marked on his map. They find it easily, a section where someone cut the chain link fence and tried to patch it with wire that's already coming loose. They slip through one at a time. The plant is eerily quiet, broken Windows stare down at them. Graffiti covers every surface. Names, symbols, terrible drawings. Puddles of questionable water reflect the gray sky. It's exactly the kind of place that looks completely abandoned but gives Red's instincts the creeps. Anyone else getting a seriously bad feeling about this? Charlie whispers. Totally. Blue agrees, sticking close to Red. But we're already here. They reach the maintenance entrance, a heavy metal door that should be secured with nothing more than an old rusted lock according to Meridian's intel. Instead, there's a shiny new padlock hanging from the latch. That's new, alexis says, quietly touching it with one finger. Someone's been here recently. Red's enhanced Martian senses are screaming danger, but they've come too far to turn back now. The refugee families are counting on them, even if they don't know it. Using a bolt cutter from Charlie's backpack, technically borrowed from his dad's garage, without exactly asking, they work on the lock. It takes 10 precious minutes of struggle and whispered panic, but finally the lock gives way with a satisfying click. The door swings inward with a scary movie creak, revealing darkness and a concrete stairwell leading down into the basement. Red clicks on her flashlight. Stay close, stay quiet. If anything feels wrong, we leave immediately. No arguments. They descend carefully, their footsteps echoing on metal stairs that feel slightly wobbly under their weight. The temperature drops with each step and the air gets mustier, heavier. At the bottom. A long corridor stretches ahead into darkness. The basement is a claustrophobic maze of massive pipes, ancient equipment, and rooms that haven't seen daylight in years. Water drips somewhere in the darkness, each drop echoing weirdly off of concrete walls. Their flashlight beams cut through dust hanging thick in the air. Except the dust has been disturbed recently. Someone's been down here, red whispers, pointing her light at clear footprints in the grime coating the floor. Multiple sets leading deeper into the basement. Maybe Meridian came to scout it, Charlie suggests hopefully. But Red nose Meridian said he'd never actually been inside, only had access to old architectural plans. They follow Meridian's map deeper into the facility, past rows of huge filtration tanks that loom like sleeping giants in the dark. Finally, they reach what the map labels Primary Control Room. The door stands slightly ajar, light from their flashlights spilling through the gap. Red pushes it open slowly. Inside is definitely one of Dr. Hart's hidden archives, or what's left of it. The room has been completely ransacked, storage units torn open, their contents scattered across the floor, equipment toppled and searched through files and data storage devices dumped everywhere. Like someone went through everything, frantically looking for something specific. And worst of all, there are obvious empty spaces on the shelves, clean rectangles in the dust where devices used to sit. No, no, no, rachel breathes. We're too late. They already found it. Red's heart sinks as she surveys the destruction, all of Dr. Hart's careful work. Decades of protecting Martian heritage and the corrupt agents got here first. Wait, blue says, kneeling by a storage unit tucked in the far corner, almost hidden behind a fallen shelf. Look, this one's still sealed. They missed it. The unit has Dr. Hart's symbol etched into its surface, just like the quarry chamber. Red approaches with her charm held out, and the device responds immediately, unlocking with a soft hum that sounds almost relieved. Inside are several data storage devices and something else. A small holographic projector, newer than the ones they'd seen before. Red activates it with shaking hands, and Dr. Hart's image flickers to life. She looks exhausted in this recording, older and more worried than in previous messages. If you're seeing this, you found my backup archive at the water treatment plant, the hologram says. But if the room around you looks disturbed, it means they found my primary cache here. I'm sorry. I tried to hide multiple storage sites within each location, hoping that if one was discovered by, others would remain safe. The image flickers slightly, like the projector is old or damaged. The data in this backup is critical. Direct communications between corrupt aid agents and corporate buyers. Financial transactions, shipping manifests for stolen technology. It's proof of the conspiracy. Real evidence that can stop them if you can get it to the legitimate aid authorities. Red is already pulling out Meridian's device, connecting it to start downloading. The progress bar crawls agonizingly slow across the screen. 20% 30% this is taking forever, Alexis says, nervously watching the door. 45% 50% Lou, who's been standing guard at the entrance, suddenly goes rigid. Lights. He hisses urgently. Someone's coming. Flashlight beams appear in the hallway outside. Strong professional lights. Not the cheap phone flashlights they're using. Multiple beams, multiple people moving with purpose directly toward the control room. Red's blood turns to ice. 70% downloaded. Not enough. Not nearly enough. Red, we have to go now, Alexa insists. The voices are closer now, adult voices discussing securing the sector and checking all rooms systematically. Definitely not good. 85% Come on. Come on, Red. Charlie's voice is panicked. 93% the footsteps are right outside. 100% Download complete. Move. Red yanks the device free and shoves it into her backpack. But there's only one exit from the control room and the people with the flashlights are coming from that direction. They're trapped. The ventilation shaft. Charlie points frantically at the metal grate in the ceiling, partially hidden by shadows. It's big enough, I think. They don't have time to debate. Red and Blue drag a table under the grateful while Kurt works on unscrewing it with a multi tool from her keychain. The screws are old and rusted but finally give way. Go, Go. Red hisses. Charlie goes first. He's lightest. Red boosts him up and he scrambles into the shaft. Then Rachel, then Kurt, Blue next, then Alexa. The voices outside are getting louder, almost at the door. Red shoves her backpack with Meridian's device and all of Dr. Hart's backup data up to Blue, then jumps and catches the edge of the shaft opening. Her Martian strength lets her pull herself up just as the control room door swings fully open. Hey. Stop right there. Two men in aid uniforms, not Torres but agents Red doesn't recognize, stand in the doorway, flashlights sweeping up toward her dangling legs. Red doesn't stop. She hauls herself into the ventilation shaft, kicking frantically as one agent lunges forward and grabs her at the ankle. She kicks hard, her shoe connecting with something solid, and suddenly she's free, scrambling forward into the darkness. Go, go, go. She gasps to the others ahead of her. They crawl through the shaft as fast as they can, the metal cold and cramped behind them. Flashlight beams probe the entrance and they can hear the apartment agents calling for backup on radios. There's light ahead. Blue calls back an exit. They emerge on an upper level of the facility, tumbling out into what used to be an administrative office area. Through grimy windows, Red can see the gap in the fence where they entered. Don't stop, Alexa commands. Already running, they sprint through the abandoned buildings downstairs, through hallways filled with broken furniture and peeling paint, out a side door they'd noticed on the way in. Shouts echo behind them as the agents give chase, but the kids know their exit route and the agents don't. They hit the fence, squeeze through the gap one by one, then run. They don't stop running until they're six blocks away from the water treatment plant, finally ducking behind a convenience store to catch their breath. Did we get it? Charlie gasps between breaths, doubled over with his hands on his knees. The data. Red checks her backpack with shaking hands. Meridian's device is is there. Intact, the download complete. We got it, she confirms, relief flooding through her. Dr. Hart's backup files. Evidence of everything they're doing, but they know we were there, rachel says, still pale and breathing hard. They saw us. They know what we took. Porres is going to be furious, blue adds, finally catching his breath. Good, red says, anger replacing her fear. Let him be furious. We have proof now. Real evidence. We just need to figure out who we can trust to give it to. Seven days until the refugee transport arrives. And now the corrupt agents know the kids aren't just curious. They're a genuine threat to the entire operation. The game just changed completely. And that is the end of this part. Good night. Sleep tight.