[BOOK ONE]
Josie Carlisle moves back to a small town in California called Beacon Hills. Old House. New School. Familiar Faces. And a few unbelievable events. She spends time with old childhood friends of her's, Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. She...
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Mr. Stilinski continued driving the car. Stiles looks over at me by his passenger seat and then looked back at Mr.Stilinski.
"You sure about this?" I asked Stiles, moving closer to him.
"Jos, it's the right thing." He answered, turning his head as he glanced over at me.
"No, the right thing to do is to tell your father to turn the car around, instead going to this weird nuthouse. That's the right thing to do." Mr. Stilinski parks his car next to the gate and we walked out of the car, looking at the facility. We all turned around as Scott's dirt bike approached us. He got off of his dirt bike and walked towards us.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked us quickly.
"Because we wanted to avoid something like this." Mr.Stilinski answered him.
"It's only 72 hours." Stiles said, with a crack in his voice.
"This is the same place where Barrow came from. The guy who had a tumor inside him filled with files." Scott stated, looking at Scott.
"Yeah we know. I did my research." I whispered.
"You don't know everything yet." Scott said, now looking at Mr. Stilinski.
"I know enough." Mr. Stilinski replied, seeming a bit annoyed. "Nogitsunes, kitsunes, oni, or whatever they're called."
"Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct." Stiles said with a tiny tight lipped grin as he looked over at me.
"Yeah, good job." I added, while clapping my hands a little.
"Scott, I saw an MRI that looks exactly like my wife's. And that terrifies me. I'm headed down to L.A. tomorrow to talk to a specialist."
"Then why are you putting him in here?" Scott inquired, taking a step closer to Stiles and I.
"You know that's the same question I asked like a million times now." I said while looking at Stiles. "Are you guys going to answer it yet?"
"He's not. It was my decision." Stiles corrected.
"A very stupid one. Now come on, let's go. You got to see the outside of this creepy place, but you are not seeing the inside." I said while grabbing Stiles' hand tightly.
I tried to pull him to walk back to the car, but his hand prevented me. His hand let go of my hand quickly and I looked up at him. His brown irises darted at me before drifted towards the ground awkwardly. By the expression on his face, I could tell what he was thinking. He was really okay with staying at this place. 72 hours. How could he want to remain being here? I wouldn't even wanna stay here for another minute.
