Pretty When You Cry ୨୧ Rafe Cameron

six

Two days had passed since Midsummers. It was a foggy night, and the Pogues had big plans. They were sneaking into an old house where the gold was supposed to be, according to what John B and Sarah found at the museum in Charleston.

They all were dressed in all black and gathered in the Twinkie, trying to prepare themselves to go near the creepy home.

'Ok, so basically this bitch is a crazy old lady and she killed her husband right? And she's gonna kill us too,' JJ said.

'JJ, shut up! She's just an old lady. She can't even see,' Kiara replied.

'No dude, her daughter used to babysit me. She cut her husband's body into pieces and put his head in the out house.'

'Oh my god stop!' Isla laughed.

'It's now or never guys, come on.' John B said.

'We're next...' JJ teased, but he was actually scared. His eyes were wide and each step he took was a cautious one.

'JJ you'll be next if you don't stop,' Pope said nervously.

As they got closer to the house, a light flashed on. They ran behind a bush.

'Shit!' JJ said fearfully. He grabbed Isla's hand, interlocking fingers tightly. He was more scared than she was. She was confused as to why exactly he just did what he did.

'Motion sensors. It's just motion sensors,' Pope explained.

'Sorry,' JJ said, awkwardly releasing Isla's hand.

'We used to play hide and seek here as kids. I know where the switch is. I can turn the lights off,' Sarah suggested.

'I'll come,' Kiara said.

'Should I?' Isla said, looking between JJ and her brother.

'Nah, you stay with us,' JJ said.

'Don't be stupid. If the bitch wakes up, run for your lives. Got it?' Isla said looking at Sarah and then Kiara.

'We know.'

They went up to the front door, and the others including Isla went walked around the house with their heads low.

'What exactly are we looking for?' Isla asked.

'Water,' John B replied.

'Well I'm not seeing any water.'

'Look, we can get into the basement,' Pope said, looking at a small cracked open door that lead to underneath the house, 'but I'd really rather not go into a murderer's house.'

'Stupid things lead to outcomes all the time,' JJ insisted, entering the basement. The others followed.

It seemed empty, no water in sight, until Isla stepped on a floorboard and it felt off. 'Guys, come check this out.'

They lifted up a couple boards to reveal a small, but deep, well.

'Think there's water down there?' John B asked.

'Hell yeah there's water down there— and that's where the gold is gonna be!' JJ grinned.

'Who's going down there?' Pope said, all eyes going to Isla.

'Nope. Don't even think about it.'

'Isla, nobody else will fit down there,' John B replied.

'Can't we get like Kie or Sarah?' She suggested.

'I think they are a bit busy right now,' JJ responded, 'Come on. It won't be that bad.. just a little— muddy. Plus you are the tiniest.'

'Just give me the fucking harness.'