My head pounded as my eye lids fluttered open. I let out an unruly groan as I struggled to push myself up. I finally gave up after a few attempts and just laid there, sprawled across the floor.
To say I was confused was an understatement.
My head was banging at my skull from inside and my throat was sore. The only thing I could remember was Myron and I drinking coffee and now I was splayed across the ground.
"Are you planning on staying there all day?" a grumpy voice asked and I looked over my shoulder to see Myron walking across to me. With one hand, he was rubbing a tired eye and his hair was dishevelled – clearly he had too woken up from an unconscious state.
I scoffed and with all my strength, again attempted to push myself up but arms wobbled beneath me and so I crashed back into the ground with a groan.
"You are so weak," Myron commented and marched over to me, hooking his hands under my underarms and hoisting me up.
"Thanks," I muttered, dusting myself that.
"What's that?" Myron suddenly asked. I followed his gaze to see he was looking at my back pocket.
"A pocket."
"I know, stupid, but in your pocket."
I reached my hand over to my back pocket and felt a stiff thing in there. I pulled it out and brought it in front of me to see it was a folded piece of paper.
Another note.
I frowned, "It's another note."
"Yeah," Myron nodded, "it is."
I was scared to open the note. The last one had been awfully creepy so I wandered how far this one would go. However, I forced myself to, like always, push away my fears and remind myself that I was doing this for Allie – the closest thing to my heart. I fumbled with the paper and I unfolded it and with a deep breath began to read.
Did you enjoy your coffees my lovelies? I'm ever so sorry I had to do that but how else was I supposed to give you your next note, eh? Now I must remind you my darling lovelies, time is running out, you must pick up the speed. My little monsters are growing hungrier with every passing second, who knows how long before they devour my poor little Allie. So off you go, here's your clue, and it's something that little Kala Murphy would do. Hurry now my lovelies.
My heart raced at a million miles, like a thousand horses were galloping within it. I looked up at Myron and hastily passed the note to him.
"Read it," I said. "And then we need to find out if there is a dance hall around here or something of the sort."
"Why dance?" Myron asked.
"Read the note and you'll figure out why," I said and watched as his eyes flickered down to the note and scanned across it, reading the words written on there.
"Kala's the dancer isn't she?" Myron asked once he had done and I nodded my head. Before I got the chance to reply, there was an abrupt knock on the door.
"I'll get it," I said and made my way through to the hallway and to the front door. I reached forwards, pulling open the door. I was met with a young lady.
"Hi," she began, "I'm Joanne, Kala's host."
The note immediately came to my mind.
"Oh okay," I said, not too sure how to respond. "Come in."
I stood back so that Joanne could come in and I led her to the living room. We sat down on the couch and soon Myron walked in.
"Um hi," he said, bringing a hand up and scratching the back of his head.
