Brae
We head up the path, more in a group than a line. I'm leadin', with my flashlight throwin' a beam in front of us. Doc Monty's next to me. I don't think there's a thing left in California that could scare him anymore. Carson and Will are behind me, a bit nervous. Not that they show it. But hell, I can feel it. We're all nervous.
Not a bad idea, that. If this house were a criminal, it'd have a rap sheet longer than my arm. It's got a record, and hell if I let it grow. We take the stairs slowly, in no rush. Beyond the gates, I can feel the others starin' at us.
I look back. Douglass is puttin' on his jacket. Michelle says somethin' and Dana laughs. A group of people are huddled nearby, pointin' and whisperin' at the house.
Carson fumbles with a set of keys, fiddlin' with the lock. Will's starin' off at the door, and Doc Monty's lookin' bored. I gotta give it to him. He's always there, even when he doesn't need to be. Best friend a man could ask for.
After some cursin' Eric inserts a little gold key into the lock. It turns, and he pushes the oak door open.
The front door opens up into a nice hall. It's looked different every time I've come in here. There are two doorways leadin' to some other rooms, and a staircase up ahead. The entire house is quiet, yet all the lights from the foyer and in every other room are on.
"Sheriff's department!" I yell out. My voice echoes down the halls. Will flinches at my voice. We wait a few seconds, but there's no reply.
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All the Lights are On
Mystery / Thriller"If there was one thing that could throw this town on its head, of course it'd be the goddamned McKenzie house." The McKenzie house stood tall and proud, its walls worn down by time and weather. It sat with windows boarded and shutters closed, with...
