𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬

II (Part 2)

3rd Pov:
12:47a.m

Charlie soon found himself in front of an old house; dense vines sprawled alongside of the decaying and corroding wood. Looking up at the attic window you could see it was shattered. And there in the backyard, there was a tire swing that absolutely did not look stable. As he took a closer look he saw...grave?

'Margret Sinclair
June. 23. - Sept. 5.
1970 1983
"Revelation 2:10; Be faithful unto death, and I will give you the crown of life -Matthew'

A few moments later he felt someone grab his arm and yanked him inside the house. His eyes widened as he turned to see Vincent looking up at him with a smile on his face, he looked into his eyes. They were dark but had a tad bit of worry in them. "Don't go snooping on things you don't know about kids." Charlie felt uneasy as if the man looked right through his soul. Vincent cleared his throat as his face lightened, giving a warm smile. "Now, you can go take a seat over there and I'll go make you some tea ok?" Charlie nodded as he felt uneasy about how abruptly his mood changed. ,

Charlie's pov.

I looked around the medium-sized room, looking at the pictures that hung on the walls. There was a mounted deer head over a fireplace in the front of the living room, a small box TV in the corner and a record player that sat on a table close to a big lounge chair in the corner. 'Jeez..how old are these people?'. I turned to look at a family portrait that hung on the wall; There was a man, he had a scruffy beard and short brown hair, dark brown eyes, something about them looked...evil. Like pure evil; There was a woman who stood next to him, fair skin, pale eyes and jet black hair. And 3 children: One boy who looked no older than 6, with pale skin and the same as his mother, pale blue eyes and dark black hair.

There was another boy, older, he had dark brown hair, it looked like he had heterochromia. One blue and One green. And then a girl, she looked older than the black-haired boy, but younger than the brown-haired boy. Probably the middle child. She wore a light blue dress, with short puffy sleeves as it went down to her knees. She had black hair and hazel eyes, and a golden locket necklace. None of them were smiling, if anything, the kids looked miserable. But I don't see any of the kids...or anything even hinting kids ever lived here. No toys, no little shoes nothing. So why? Why was there a random portrait of a random family in their home...?

My thoughts were suddenly cut off by a pair of heavy footsteps. I quickly turned his head to the doorway as he saw the tall man step into the room. He had clean clothes on, but still wore that goat mask. To be fairly honest, I couldn't tell what scared me more, his freaky mask, the fact that he was a giant compared to me, or the fact it looked like he could snap me in two. I wasn't much of a looker. I was a fairly average guy; short brown hair, green eyes and I was short. The average man was 5'6 while I was 5'3; plus, I barely had any muscle if not any at all. He could easily kill me. The way he killed..well whatever that thing was, looked like he's done it many times. Too many times. It was unnerving to even think about.

I looked up at him, I cranked my neck up to look at him. He was at least 6'5...keyword being 'least'. I flashed him an awkward smile,.
"H-hi..." I wanted to look away. But I couldn't stop smiling. 'Shit...not now' I tried to fix my face to the best of my ability but to no avail. I guess he soon realized how long I'd been smiling and tilted his head to the side. Almost like a curious child, it was quite honestly adorable.

"Alright, I'm back with the-..oh, um sorry if I sound rude but may I ask what is going on?" Vincent spoke, confusion evident in his voice. My face finally allowed me to stop smiling,

"S-sorry..I do that sometimes..it's a disorder" He quietly whispered 'ohh' as he nodded.

"Well, you may stay the night we have a spare room, have you eaten?" I sighed softly