"Can I get the two of you something to drink," Daniel asked the gentlemen in black suits who were now sitting in his living room.
"We have iced tea, water, cranberry juice, maybe Sundrop," Daniel suggested, calling from the kitchen.
"Nothing for me, thanks," the first man replied. He was a tall, lanky man in his early thirties with a clean shaven beard and dark brown hair. The travel size hand sanitizer on his belt loop and the neatly folded blue handkerchief in his breast pocket led Daniel to believe that he must refuse the majority of drinks offered to him by people he had just met.
The second man chimed in. He was short and plump. He appeared to be a bit older than his partner, mid forties perhaps, Daniel thought to himself. The man also had brown hair, but much lighter than the other man's. The knot in his tie was cocked to the side and his suit jacket hung open revealing a respectable gut, clearly a complete opposite of his partner.
"I'll take a Sundrop. How on earth did you get your hands on Sundrop all the way out in Arizona," the man asked.
"What's the big deal about Sundrop?" the first man asked his partner.
"Shut up and mind your own business newbie," the older of the pair responded.
"I have to order it online. And to answer your question sir," Daniel said, changing his focus to the younger of the two, "Sundrop can only be found in North Carolina, so I have to order it online to get it here."
"Man ummm, can I get a Sundrop too?" the younger man asked.
"Damnit Anthony, maintain your composure please." The older man grumbled.
"Awesome Greg, way to maintain anonymity," Anthony mocked as Daniel entered the room, two cold, crisp, fresh, canned Sundrops in hand.
He set them down on the coffee table and took a seat across from Greg and Anthony.
"So," Daniel began, unsure of how he should proceed. "What can I help you gentleman with?"he asked, feeling as if they could sense his unease. "And if you don't mind my asking, who are you, Imean sorry, hmm hmm," he said clearing his throat, "are you police, FBI, CIA," he finished.
"We wanted to talk to you about the past six months. A number of alarming reports have come to our attention, the most troubling being the one that seemingly sparked this string of horrors, the "birthday party fiasco of 99"," Anthony, the younger man replied, using his fingers to motion quotations as he mentioned the birthday party. Daniel assessed that this was some kind of inside joke he was unaware of as Anthony playfully nudged Greg with his elbow.
Greg was openly annoyed with Anthony as he fussed at him.
"Anthony," Greg said, slowly turning his head for emphasis as he finally rested, looking at Anthony. "Damnit newbie, shut your mouth," he said.
Greg turned to look at Daniel now, and with a roll of his eyes and a nod towards his partner he continued.
"We wanted to talk to you about the past six months. Things on Downwell Road have been crazy, crazy enough for us to come check them out. It seems to have all started on the day of Billy Cunningham's sixth birthday. It is Billy Cunningham I believe?" Greg asked.
"Dude, that is literally what I just said," Anthony complained motioned and looking to Daniel as if to say can you believe this guy.
"What did I say for you to do Anthony," Greg said, clenching his jaw and putting excessive emphasis on Anthony's name.
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Downwell Road
HororFour families came together for a typical child's birthday party, but were scarred by the events that took place that day. As they struggled to maintain their sanity, and fought to keep their families together, they were oblivious to a darker force...
