Mystery House

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Dan POV

After the events of yesterday, I decided that after work I would start trying to find out what happened to Phil. I was going to ask Chris and Pj first, as they were probably in the house at the time it happened, so they may know something about it.

Work, as always, was boring. It got busy at around lunch time, but other than that, I didn’t have much to do. When I finally left, I stopped in the shop to pick up something for dinner, before making my way home. I opened the door and the first thing I heard was shouting coming form the living room. I closed the door and walked in to see Chris and Pj playing on my PS3. I cleared my throat from behind them. Immediately, they stopped shouting, pausing the game, and slowly turned their heads towards me.

“Care to explain?” I asked.

“I don’t even know what happened. One minute I was just minding my own business, the next the controller was in my hand and the game was on. I can’t be held responsible.” Chris said.

“Uh huh.” I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I think it more went ‘Peeeeeeeej, I'm bored’, ‘well what do you want me to do about it?’, ‘lets play something’, ‘like what?’, ‘how about Dan’s PS3’, ‘but that’s Dan’s’, ‘so? It’ll be fun’, ‘fine’. Or something like that.” Phil imitated. I turned toward where the voice cam from to see Phil sitting in the corner. I hadn’t even noticed him.

“Really?” I said, stringing out the ‘e’, turning back to them.

“It didn’t even happen like that.” Chris said.

“Yes, it did.” Phil argued.

“Not exactly like that.” Pj said.

“Care to tell your side?” I asked Pj.

“Chris said he was bored, so I told him to go play with something and then I came downstairs and he was fiddling with that,” he pointed at the PS3, “and then he thought he had broken it, so I looked at it and managed to get it working, and this game was in there, and we just wanted to see what it was like, and…I'm sorry.” He said, slowing down his little confession at the end.

“Well that sounds more believable than ‘the controller just appeared in my hand’.” I said, looking back at Chris, who just smiled sheepishly. “I don’t actually mind you playing it, just ask next time. And don’t break it.” I said.

“How are we supposed to ask when you’re not here?” Chris asked.

“Before I go?” I offered. He just rolled his eyes.

"Can we carry on?" Chris asked. I sighed.

"Go on then."

"Yes!" Chris cheered. I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. I carried on the kitchen, putting the carrier bag in my hand down.

"So, you and Phil are getting on then." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Pj in the door way. I said nothing, hut shrugged. "So what happened with you two last night?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"Well when I walked in, you two seemed to be talking and getting along." He said.

"It was nothing. I mean, I just asked him why he didn't kill me when he had the chance and then he started talking about his death." I told him.

"What about his death?" Pj asked.

"Well I asked him what happened." I said.

"And?"

"And what?"