Worried - Tate's POV

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As I walked back to where Eric and Courtney were, something told me I shouldn’t have let Katie go in there.

                “Cheer up, Tate. She’ll be back out here in five minutes. I promise. It shouldn’t even take her that long to grab something,” Eric said, clearly amused that I was upset. Usually I wouldn’t care if Katie did something like this, but there was something about this house I didn’t like. It felt wrong just walking up to the house with Katie.

                “Why’d you have to tell her to do that? You know how I feel about this place. I thought we agreed that no one would go in there.”

                “You know she would have done it anyway, right?”

                “Not alone, she wouldn’t have, and you know it. The least you could have done was let me go in with her.”

                “Relax, Tate. She’ll be back any minute,” Courtney tried to reassure me. I kept looking at my watch every five minutes. Once thirty minutes had passed, I started pacing back and forth and freaking out.

                “Okay. Something’s wrong. Thirty minutes have passed and there’s no sign of her,” I said trying not to panic.

                “Tate, just calm down. She’s probably just looking around,” Eric started but I interrupted him before he could finish.

                “Do not to tell me to calm down, Eric. She’s my girlfriend. The girl I’ve been dating for the past four years. The girl I’m in love with, so don’t tell me to calm down!” I screamed at him.

                “Tate’s right, Eric. Katie wouldn’t do this. She would have come back out here to let us know she was alright, and then go back inside,” Courtney agreed with me.

                “Thank you,” I said. “You guys can stay here, but I’m going to go look for her.”

                “No, let’s all go,” Eric replied.

                “Um, I think I’m going to stay in the car,” whispered Courtney. “I know Katie’s my best friend, but I don’t want to go anywhere near that house.”

                “Okay, well, let’s go,” I called out to Eric while grabbing the flashlights from the car. I walked up to front door and tried to open it, but it was locked.

                “Hey, Eric, the front door’s locked. Let’s split up and try to find another way in.”

                “Okay. You go that way, and I’ll go this way,” Eric directed. As I walked past the old red barn, I heard something from behind the bushes that were in the corner of the house. What I seen terrified me.

                “Katie?” I stuttered. She whimpered when I tried to touch her. She wasn’t wearing what she had on before. Now she had on some tattered, old looking nightgown that had a bunch of tares in it. Her hair was all soaked in what looked like to be blood.

                “Katie, honey, are you alright?” I stammered. She wouldn’t answer me. She kept cowering into the corner of the house.

                “Hey, Eric, I found her,” I shouted. “I’m over here near the red barn,” I yelled. He came running over to where I was, and when he saw her he just stared.

                      “Oh god, what have I done?” Eric finally whispered.

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