Brae
Doc and I brace ourselves against the wall on either side of the door. He nods, and I pull the door open. He goes in, then I follow. The kitchen is quiet. Somebody, probably Eric, put up some gaudy decorations all over the place. Fake pictures of faker people. The fridge is hummin' and the clock ticks.
The chairs are positioned perfectly 'round the table, and there are some placemats and plates along with utensils spread around like a family could sit down right then and start eatin' dinner. There's no movement at all.
I glance at Doc as we sweep the room. "Hey, Brae, we've got possible movement towards the back of the house." I flinch as my radio breaks the quiet of the room.
"Standby," I say. We move up through the dining room and end up in a hallway. Doc leans out, looking up the stairs.
"Brae? I think a light just went out."
I stand at the base of the stairs and look up. It looks like someone turned out a light in one of the third-floor rooms. I don't like this. There's somethin' evil in the air. I don't want to believe it, but damn it, I can feel it. Doc taps me twice on the back and we move up, backing up the stairs with our guns aimed up.
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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...
