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We woke up to Jake pounding on the door. I got up and put on a pair of boxers to let Jake and Kendall inside.
"It's Friday motherfuckers"! Jake said as he stood next to Kendall in the doorway.
"Good morning" I mumbled wiping my eyes.
"You have a fire going yet? It's negative 11 degrees out my guy" Jake said rubbing his hands together.
"No, but it'll start it right now, you guys want some coffee?" I suggested turning around slowly.
"Yes". Kendall responded with a large smile. After they took their gear off, Kendall wanted to go upstairs to wake Ashton.
"I don't think I put the covers back over her body, and she's very naked, so my bad". I said still trying to wake up.
"in that case, I'm crawling into bed with her," she said before winking at me. she then turned to go up the stairs.
I grabbed a hoodie from the coat rack and made my way into the kitchen. Jake sat on my couch looking at the photos he took from Edd's pile.
I gotta tell you man, last night, Kendall and I fucked," Jake stated.
"I'm proud of you son," I responded placing the coffee filter in the machine.
"We sinned my friend, we sinned hard," he responded with a deep southern accent.
"Congratulations, this your first time"? I replied as I walked over to grab a pair of sweatpants by the garage door.
"The window got all foggy, and after my thirty seconds, we looked up and saw these handprints on the glass. They were small prints man, no one in our home has small enough hands to make those. Do you think I brought something home with me?" he asked with a small laugh.
"If you did, whatever it was didn't want to see your nasty ass flopping around. They were trying to get out", I responded bringing over a mug of coffee to Jake.
"I'm going to ask Blanca later", Jake replied taking out his camera to switch the film.
I walked over to the bookcase in the living room and brought out the book Mrs. Bringston gave me. I took the photo from the pages and handed it to Jake.
"What the fuck is this"? He said as he stared at the photo.
"I think I got an issue of my own", I replied.
"Explain", Jake responded taking another sip of his coffee.
"Last night, I think Mrs. Bringstons son spoke through the spirit box. It caused more questions than answers, but there was a rope in the closet. I am almost sure he killed himself in the room Ashton and I were in, he was 8 years old. I don't know man, after seeing the accident and seeing the condition of her body, talking to her dead son causes pain. For a few days, it's been feeling a bit off in this house. It started before we went inside Willow Creek, but lately, it's become more prevalent. I don't know man, you know I'm not an anxious person, but it's almost crippling at times. I want to know why it's been like this. Why do I feel I figuratively stepped on a landmine?". I said as I walked over to pour more coffee.
'We just have to be careful man. as Blanca said, we don't even know a fraction of what is out there, but that's why we are here doing this right? to figure it out. To answer our questions. Look man, it's just our first time with something this heavy and if anything were to happen to you, I got your back, just like you have had ours, okay? We are a team", Jake said before grabbing the remote and switching the channel over to the local news.
