Mitch flicks on the flashlight he brought.
"Good thing I came prepared." He flashes me a smile so wide it's almost humanly impossible.
"Okay, jeez. You don't have to rub it in my face."
"Sorry." He lowers the flashlight and directs it onto floor before us.
We split up. Definitely not the best idea, but we need to be quick, just in case. I search the bedrooms, Tracey, the kitchen, Mitch, the basement.
I stagger upstairs and into the master bedroom. A distinct mustiness hangs in the air. I check the walk-in-closet.
Nothing.
I walk back out and stand next to the bed as I stare out the shattered window. I let my thoughts flow.
Why Arthur? Why him? What did he do to deserve this?
We should be together right now, sipping orange juice as we watch our favorite movie together.
Nobody knows what happened to him. He disappeared a day after coming out to his parents. Gone. The only clue we have is that his homophobic father disappeared on the same day he did. We're doubtlessly onto something here.
Without warning, my body jerks back instinctively when I hear a scream.
A scream of terror.
A scream like no other.
Arthur's scream.
It's him.
He's here.
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Unfortunate.
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