Allie, Myron and I all sat around the table in the local coffee shop of Evan's Point. Allie had successfully agreed to help in finding out what had happened in Evan's Point and why it was so different to the stories we had heard when we spent our days growing up.
"I am absolutely certain that it has something to do with us," Myron said with pure confidence.
"I second that," Allie said, taking a bite from her blueberry muffin. I was about to argue against it but I was starting to see where they were coming from. At first I had only thought they were being plain stupid was because they were shocked that we had gotten picked and it did seem like a coincidence that both Allie and I got picked, knowing us two to be joined by the hip since birth. However, I was now seeing that it was weird for Myron and I to have the same title; the cool kids. I was beginning to feel that Myron was right. That there was something wrong with Evan's Point and it was linked to the three of us.
"Okay fine, but that gets us nowhere," I said. "We need to be finding stuff out."
"Maybe we should go talk to that lady you and I are staying with, Macy Willows I think her name was," Myron suggested.
Allie shook her head, "I've met the woman and she seems as clueless and harmless as a fly. I doubt you'll find anything from her."
After a few moments an idea popped into my head, "how about we go back to that house."
"What house?" Allie asked.
"The one which Myron was so keen on intruding into," I said, earning a glare from Myron from across the table.
"Not my fault I was right," he muttered, referring to how his theory of something being wrong in Evan's Point.
"And stupid," I said.
"I would say curious," said Myron.
"And curiosity killed the cat," I retorted.
"Okay, you two just stop," Allie intervened as I childishly stuck my tongue out at Myron who lamely rolled his eyes at me but smiled anyway. "And Avery I think that's a good idea."
I smiled at Allie and stood up in my seat, "let's get going then."
We all left the coffee shop after paying and make our way to the house. We still managed to get lost a few times as we didn't know out way around Evan's Point and we had only been to that house once. However, after many wrong turns and dead ends, we found ourselves standing in front of the desired house.
"Myron you're knocking and speaking," I declared and Myron gave me a shocked look.
"What! Why me?" he asked.
"Because this is all your fault,"
"And how exactly is that so?"
Before I could answer, Allie speaks, "stop it, you two. Myron just go and knock."
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I knew Allie would make him go, she was my best friend after all. Myron rolled his eyes and walked up to the door and hit his knuckles against the hard wood twice. He took a step back and waited until the door flew open. There stood a man, around in his late fifties. His dark hair had many specks and streaks of grey, making it look like salt and pepper mixed together. He had a thick moustache growing and wrinkles making up most of his face.
"May I help you?" he asked and I recognized his voice. It was definitely him. Myron quickly glances back at us before turning to speak to the man but nothing comes out his mouth. I see Allie roll her eyes and step forward with her confidence.
