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Awkwardly, I walked back to the house.

I thought over the things that these people talked about, but could come to no conclusion. All I could guess is that the 'Slenderman' is their boss, and that there are more pastas than the ones I know.

Also, now that I think of it, despite a property infested with these creepy people, we are rather calm. We get our scares, but in the end we act as if it was nothing.

Death has always kind of clouded my mind.

I couldn't forget.

:FLASHY BACK!!! YEY!!!!:

Though Cody slept soundly, Aubrey cannot drown the fighting from his mind.

His parent's fights were more brutal. In the mornings, both might have injuries. To keep out of it, both of the boys avoided their parents to keep from getting involved.

That night, a single woman's scream could be heard throughout the house.

Aubrey heard it, and carefully crept to his parent's room to investigate. By the time he got to the door, there was dead silence, except for his father's panting. The young boy silently opened the door

To find his mother, dead on the floor, and his father, with a stern, yet saddened look, staring over her body.

There was blood on his hands,

And his medical scalpel,

And still, Aubrey saw him grin in the darkness and laugh at his doing,

Until he noticed his younger son,

Wearing his nighties,

Barefoot,

And with that old stuffed pony he always had at home, despite being way to old for it.

The two just stared at each other, then. Each other, and the body.

:end le flash back, thank you, thank you.:

He told me never to tell anyone, and I never did, out of fear he'd butcher me.

But the pasts the past. For now, I heard that this guy had hidden some chests around, and I want to find them. Know knows? There might be something useful here, like on how to rid ourselves of these people, and lead a normalish life.

The next morning I went to Pen's room, where she was still sleeping.

I reluctantly woke her up, for she looked so peaceful.

"Pen,"

She yawned, stretched, then turned to me, rubbing her eyes.

"What? Its so early..."

"Wanna go on a treasure hunt?"

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