Death Of Me - Ryden (Finished)

27.

"And what is your plan now?", Patrick asked with furrowed brows.

"I think we should stalk Mr. Hollow at first before we go into the forest. Maybe we find more hints at his house", Ryan suggested.

"And how are we going to get into the house without getting caught?", Patrick asked.

"We won't. Brendon will", Ryan answered giving me a smirk.

"Why did I know it would come to this", I sighed, causing Ryan to chuckle.

"C'mon Brendon, he can't see you anyway", Ryan said.

"Yeah, ok, I'll do it. But I can't open doors or Windows. How am I supposed to get into the house", I asked. Ryan sighed and told the rest what said. They also seemed to have no idea.

"What about we sell cookies and knock on Mr hollows door to sell them?", emily suggested.

"Cookies?", Patrick asked.

"Do you have a better idea?"

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And this is how it came to us standing in front of Mr. Hollows door with three cookie packages, well except me.

"What are you waiting for? Knock!", emily told Patrick pointing at the door.

"Who said I have to knock?!", he answered throwing his hands in the air.

Ryan rolled his eyes and knocked on the black door.

I became nervous. Mr. Hollows house was pitch black, even the roses were. The windows were covered by vintage curtains, which  seemed to be really old. I actually don't wanna enter this house, but I have to.

Dulled footsteps were coming closer from the building, my hands began to sweat and nervousness began to build up in myself.

We heard a little click, before the door opened and our creepy neighbour stood in front of us. His hair was oily, long and grey. His eyes were black and cold. I could run away now. Except Ryan, no one would notice, but I stayed. I couldn't quite move right now, even if I wanted anyway.

"What do you want?", the man asked with his deep and raspy voice.

"Cookies...?", Patrick said, more asking, holding the package up.

"Yeah, we're here for cookies!", emily said, acting motivated.

I took my chance and sneaked into the house quickly with covered eyes. I don't wanna see what's in here. Maybe skulls, dead bodies, blood, brains, organs, bones, eyes, spiders....

I immediatly felt cold, but turned around quickly saying:

"I'll come back quickly. But please talk to him a lot, either way I can't leave this house when the door is closed", I said making eye contact with Ryan, who slightly nod.

"Wish me luck", I quietly added before looking at the room. The walls were light brown with black furniture. It smelled like an old perfume shop with moths in here. I covered my nose, this smell was horrible.

No organs were here to my surprise, so I walked up the stairs quickly finding an open room.

I slowly stepped inside the room and found a two sized, brown bed in the middle if it. The wallpaper was nearly falling off the wall. How can someone live here?

I took a closer look and saw a few papers on the bed.

I took a look at them and I think my blood just freezed.

I couldn't move.

The only thing I could was staring at a photo of my younger self next to several other papers and a landscape, the forest marked with red ink.

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