Crazy Eights

Chapter 8

        "Good morning everyone" I said,as everyone filed down the stairs.

        "That smells good, what are you cooking Joyce?" Carrie said, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. I smiled and slid fried eggs onto 6 plates. Everyone smiled, and took a seat at the dining room table. "I hope you guys all like breakfast. I was going to make bacon, but there wasn't any, and I wasn't willing to go into the basement" I said, pouring orange juice into 6 glasses.

        "Thank-you" Simon said, his black hair sticking up in all directions. I giggled to myself, and walked outside, sitting on the porch. 'Why don't we just leave?' I thought to myself, then realised, none of us wanted to leave. If we left we'd never figure out anything, our childhood would still remain a secret. If we stayed here however, we have a chance at finding out why we didn't remember anything.

        "Joyce, come inside, Luke got some reception on his phone and there is supposed to be another storm" Chase said. I looked up, the sky gray and depressing. I stood up and walked back into the house, everyone was sitting in a circle, chatting.

        "Guys, look. We all have decided to stay here because we want to know. We want to know what we did as kids, we want to know why we all feel connected, we all just want awnsers." I said, standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking at everyone. "And in order to get awnsers, we can't just sit here. We need to go back to that shack." I finished.

        "Let's go...." Simon said, but Carrie shook her head no. "There is going to be a storm, and even if there wasn't I do not want to go back." She said, looking at me. I nodded, respecting her argument.

        "Then me and Simon will go. If we find anything we all need to look over, we will bring it back with us." I said, grabbing my leather napsack from the back of a chair. "Come on Simon" I said, walking back outside.

        "Okay, you look on that side of the room, I will look on this side" I said, going through piles of papers. They were mostly drawings, stick figures, tick tack toe games, and then files. All with names that seemed slightly familiar but not enough for me to jump at them. The names were normal, Susan,Tyler,Jenny,Mitch there were at least 40 of them.

      "Hey Joyce, come look at this" Simon said. I pushed the files into my bag, and walked over to him. "It is a diary, or journal." He said, flipping through it. "It says it belongs to Carrie" He said, sliding it into my bag and resumed looking. I followed his lead, walking back over to my side of the shack.

        The rest of our trip was uneventul, and we soon turned back. "We're back!" I yelled out taking off my coat and hanging it on the coat rack. There was no reply. "Hello?" Simon called out from behind me, startiing me. 'Where is everyone' I thought to myself, confused.

        Then I heard it again, but it was childrens voices.

                                                             At last the girl could not refrain,

                                                              and turned the key a little ways.

                                                     And looked within, the horrid sight to see.

                                                        For there upon the floor was blood,

                                                         and on the wall were children hung

                                                                For the others tricked them

                                                       and then cut their throats with knives

That song, I heard it. And I could tell Simon heard it to. We turned twoards eachother, and decided on the same thing. "Let's follow that voice"