Wildest Dreams

s ev e nt ee n

*ding dong*

I opened the door to see Glen standing casually on the other side. I let him into the house.

"Hey Gran, Glen came over to watch movies. We'll be upstairs in my room," I told my grandmother who was busy in the living room.

"Okay, have fun, but not too much," she said to us.

I tugged on his shirt and we went up the stairs. We entered my room, and he took his place on my bed immediately. I, however, turned on the television and inserted a movie and put the volume on loudest.

"Where's your grandfather?" He asked, hugging my pillow. I was glad I grabbed new clean ones this morning. I don't want him knowing about the tragedies in the night.

"Out. Not sure how long so we have to do this quick," I answered, looking out the window.

I saw Glen become startled from the corner of my eye. "What are we going to do quick? We're not... going to watch or...?"

"I asked for your help to watch a movie, really? It's been a rough days and nights, and we're gonna find out the reason why."

I opened my desk drawer and grabbed two flashlights, giving one to Glen. We left the room with the movie still playing. I signaled him to stay quiet as we crept to the office. Carefully, I stood on the desk and pulled down the string that opened the ladder leading to the attic.

Glen jumped as the ladder almost hit him. "Maple, what the hell are you doing?"

"Shh!" I scolded him and waited a few quiet seconds in case Grandma comes up. After counting to ten, she was still downstairs.

I climbed up the ladder first then motioned Glen to follow after me. He glanced at the door first then hesitantly climbed up the stairs, joining me in the dark and dust-covered attic.

He was standing too close to me, probably because of his fear of the dark. We opened our lights at the same time.

"Maple, seriously, what are we doing?" Glen asked, standing closer while nervously glancing around the place.

"I have suspicion that my grandparents know something about these killings. Did you notice how they keep looking at your parents and the other people in the funeral?"

"No, why?"

"Did you do what I told you to do?"

"About spying my parents, yeah," he scoffed. "They were downstairs talking about the funeral. Mom was trying to comfort Dad, he's a little bit shaken up. That's normal when someone dies."

I turned to face him completely, glaring at him. "Glen, the way Tina and Rod died weren't normal. What's happening to us isn't normal for goodness sake."

"Okay, okay, I get you. But why the attic? It's so dark in here."

I shook my head at him. "You have the brighter side of the roof, now go find something informative or I don't know... out of place."

"Wh-what? You mean split up?!" He went in terror.

"Look, I hate being alone in this place too—"

"Then we go together," Glen urged.

"Glen, calm down. I told you, we're going to be quick and we can only do it if we split up. You can do this, you have a flashlight with you. If you see anything, wave it at me."

I had second thoughts, but then decided to give him a kiss on the cheek and squeeze his hand to comfort him. He stopped his agitation and nodded at me. We both separated again.