"He's messed up in the head."
-Sheriff John Jacob
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I've always known there was something wrong with the Beechers. They always looked at me and Dad all weird. By that, I mean they gave me the death stare. Frederick was my friend for a minute, but I'd realized he was weirder than I thought. I'm only 17, but my mind is powerful. When Sheriff Jacob told me about Mr. Beecher being imprisoned for all the bad things in the world, I remembered that Meriam Clark, their next door neighbor had died. And maybe, just maybe, they were responsible, for the Mafia Murders, for the Tanya Gooding Case, the Dean Drive-By, and maybe even the death of Mrs. Clark. I'm glad they didn't kill Noah and Mr. Clark, but I'm not even sure they killed Mrs. Clark.
I was sleeping when I heard Dad stumbling around the house. I went downstairs to see if he was okay. "Dad, you good?" I asked him. He didn't look drunk or anything, but you can never be so sure with Jefferson Drake. He nodded and picked up the shotgun that Mom used to hunt. He put his finger on his lips, signaling that I needed to shut up and stay away. And that I did. He opened the door and a bunch of people busted in. There were 5 of them. They looked like Mr. and Mrs. Beecher, Fred, Tom, and Rick. Rick was only 7, so it looked a bit weird. Dad knew they were invaders, so he told me to go out through the backdoor. Clearly, the Beechers heard Dad, so Mrs. Beecher told Fred to come after me. So he followed me out the backdoor, with a gun. I turned around and saw him. I pulled out a pocket knife from my shorts and threw it at Fred. I hit him. He started groaning, and he fell to the ground, giving me a chance to run into the forest. But midway through the forest was Tom, carving words in trees. One tree said "Here lies Gregory Drake. RIP." I ran faster and faster to get away from them. I ran in a circle, and back to the house. I busted the patio door open and grabbed Dad. I ran to the Clarks' house and knocked loudly. Noah opened the door, sleepily. "What?" he asked. "I'll explain inside. Just let me in." I demanded. He opened to door and let us in. He locked it, and I put Dad on the couch. "So?" Noah said, impatiently. "The Beechers tried to kill us," I explained. Noah is speechless. He nods in disbelief. That's when I realized the Beechers were insane. And nothing can change my mind.
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The Forbidden Family
Mystery / ThrillerThe Beechers are crazy to every degree. And it all got worse when the kids were born. Originally it was only Ellen and Kyle, lovers that moved to Manhattan when they got married. Then, Ellen became pregnant with her first child, Frederick. After Fre...
