Ice Nine Kills: Nightmare

Chapter 4

I must have fallen back to sleep as now my room was full of sunlight, the smell of bacon came drifting up the stairs, the clattering of plates and cutlery along with hushed voices. Grunting I got up and headed downstairs, hoping they don't mention what happened last night, walking into the kitchen it was like someone had clicked the pause button, everyone seemed to freeze. Joe and Dan sat at the breakfast bar with mugs of coffee halfway to their lips, Patrick stood with eggs in his hands mid walk to the cooker, while Ricky was missing once again.
"Where's Ricky?" I asked breaking the silence
"Oh umm, no idea. He wasn't in his room this morning" Dan said after a moment
After the awkward stares everyone seemed to go back to what they were doing, sitting down I poured myself a mug of coffee from the filter machine and waited for Patrick to bring the food over.
Finally Patrick brought over plates of bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns and a litre of orange juice, Patrick was so controlling over cooking, he's like our own personally chef,
"Dig in guys! It will go cold" Patrick said frantically,
Slowly Joe started to dish bacon onto his plate, while I waited for everyone to finish, we all then ate  in silence, the only sound heard was the clinking of cutlery on the plates and quiet slurps of orange juice.
"You doing okay Spencer? Sounded like you had another nightmare last night" Dan asked
I sighed and replied,
"Yeah, I'm okay, it's nothing serious"
Dan nodded and said nothing, the room fell quiet again, Joe clearing his throat gathered the dirty dishes and walked over to the dishwasher. Suddenly the front door opened and closed, Ricky walked into the kitchen clapping his hands together, beaming from ear to ear,
"Oh God, this doesn't look good" Dan said
"Aww come on don't be so moody. I have a reason why I've been disappearing and I want you guys to come with me right now" Ricky said in a chirpy voice

We have been driving for hours, we live on the outskirts of town, Ricky parked down an alleyway, great, I thought he is going to kill us all.
"Come on guys this way" Ricky said smiling
We followed him in silence until he stopped by a corrugated iron shutter door that was painted black, Ricky bent down and unlocked the padlock. Turning to look at our confused faces he said,
"Welcome guys to your new recording studio" and he rolled the shutter up.

As we walked in I was speechless, there was an open plan living space with two sofas and a tv on the wall, the far right was a wall with a huge glass window where the walls were foamed and a single microphone was inside. Instruments from guitars to microphones were hanging loosely on the wall. Then on the far left was a desk with four computer monitors and a mixing desk and not to mention the walls were also plastered in our album art as well as horror movie posters.
"Ricky...This is amazing!" I managed to say after a while.
"I thought this would be better than falling over each other in the cramped garage at home" He replied chirpy.
"We have a coffee machine too!!" Joe yelled from the back of the room
We all looked at Ricky after a few minutes and all said in unison,
"Thank you"
Ricky just smiled and nodded. I felt guilty now, I was blaming him and thinking he was suspicious but all this time, he was building this for us. Looking around one last time I sat down on the sofa with them and helped pick a horror movie out.