My Heavy Dirty Soul: Sinister 2 based story

chapter seven

we pulled on to the now very familiar dirt road where courtney lived. it looked better during the day. not so scary. it would be deputy's first time being here. i went to the trunk to grab a water bottle when i heard yelling. "this is private property, you are trespassing and you know it!" courtney yelled. deputy tried to explain who he was but she continued yelling. "how the fuck did you find me here anyway?!" she yelled in frustration. " do you work with him?!" she continued. i was confused as to what she was taking about. him? "listen i will do whatever it takes as long as he doesn't take them! he's not taking my boys you understand me?!" now she was really yelling. the "him" she was talking about had to be clint, the boys abusive father. "okay." deputy said. "okay! what is if going to take?" courtney said. it was quite for a second. "coffee." he answered. she looked confused. "a cup of coffee." he said again. she sighed as they walked into the house. i decided to wait for deputy to talk with her before i went in. i figured deputy was hoping i would have come out from behind the car sooner than i did.

as i started to walk to the door, zach approached me. he gave me a look of petty. "what's your problem?" i asked, hand on my hip. he laughed. "you." he replied. i wasn't shocked. day 2 and still no improvement. "well maybe if you weren't such a jerk to me, i would have been nicer." i said, barley parting my lips. he squinted at the sun. "if you aren't going to give me a formal apology than don't bother talking. im not interested." i said grabbing the door handle. "im telling my mom." he teased. i smiled. "i guess you haven't grown up either." i said. "crybaby." i added. he just rolled his eyes and walked away. i couldn't help but to think about how different he was from his brother. dylan was quite, and as far as iv'e known him, nice. had zach looked up to clint more than courtney? or does he just feel the need to act the way he does?

as i walked in the house, i heard light talking from the kitchen. deputy must have been passed the part of explaining why he was here and who he was, because now he was talking about the crime that took place here, and asking her if she has seen any of these pictures or drawings around the house or church that may represent something. she politely shook her head. "well if you do happen to see these, please tell me." deputy sighed, rubbing his temples. there was a minutes pause, so i decided to walk into the kitchen. they both turned their faces to meet mine "hey baby." courtney  said in her sweet country accent. i smiled. baby had been something my mother called me. "courtney was wondering if you maybe wanted to spend the night here with her and the boys." deputy said. a slight shiver went down my spine. would i want to be where a murder took place? we're there ghosts? and even simpler, would i want to stay here with zach? i stood there not being able to answer. " i thought we could all make pizzas and then i could run to the store to get ice cream and candy toppings, and you guys could make sundaes and watch a movie." she had a pleading tone in her eyes and and her voice. it's like she wanted me to be there. "is deputy staying?" i asked. i immediately regretted it. it made me sound like i didn't want to be here if he wasn't. but to be honest i didn't. out of this whole chaotic mess, i felt closest with deputy and i wanted to be with him. i knew i'd be safe. he snickered. "no but ill be back in the morning." he said. "ill stay." i said, still unsure if this was even a good idea. courtney got up and hugged me tight. she smelt of vanilla. "your aunt will bring you stuff after she gets out of work. but as of for me, i have get going." deputy grabbed his bag. "don't want to creep around a murder scene in the dark, huh?" courtney smiled. "no ma'am i do not." he laughed. "look it's really no problem i can make room for the both of you." courtney said. i gave deputy a please look. "no, i really have to get things done, but i will be here in the morning, okay?" he replied. "okay." courtney said. he gave me a big hug before leaving and told me that i would be okay.

"well." courtney quickly sighed. "i have something i would like to show you." she finished. i followed her as we walked down a narrow hallway to the back door, out into the big backyard. dylan  and zach  were playing with plastic guns, fighting, and shooting at each other. i thought we would stop once we reached the playground set, but we continued walking all the way to the church.
it was big, beaten down, and even have some holes in it. the front door creaked as we walked in. what are we doing here? i wondered. as i looked around there were paint buckets, paintbrushes, broken and beat up furniture, and there were still pews from the church. "this is what i do for living." she smiled. "you re-do furniture?" i asked. "yeah. i uh paint it, change the design, maybe make it bigger and better. then i sell some of the work i do. sometimes i just keep it or give it to your aunt jillian. but to me it feels magical, being able to turn something that's worn out, into something that's... that's beautiful again. it's something that's still going to be here from you, once you're long gone." she smiled. "like children." i giggled. she laughed. "yeah, like children." she repeated. there was a moment of silence, as i looked around the church. this  place is beyond scary. it didn't  help that i knew how this family was murdered. i could see the priest on stage, preaching powerfully about god. the people in the pews, listening to him. then at night the death of the family. nailed to the ground, where rats eat them alive. all done by a young boy and this so called "boogyeman." i shuttered. this wasn't just any death, no. it was something much more sinister.
"well stay in here as long as you'd like and look around if you want. i'm going to go wash up the boys so that we can make pizzas." she lightly smiled and walked out of the church. "what did i get myself into." i asked myself out loud. just then i heard what sounded like a bucket move. i flinched. then it grew louder and louder. i took one last look at the church, and ran out of there, hoping to never return.

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i just wanted to say again, sorry for being gone that whole time. i did not have my phone or internet and it was just a big mess 😫 but im back and i really enjoy writing this story so i will defiantly be finishing it 😊 since i've been gone, i feel like i owe you guys something, so chapter eight will be published later tonight !! 😛 plus i want to say thank you for 600+ reads that's insane!! much love xx ❤️