BABYSITTING

 

 

 

“If you need anything, just call!” Chris hollered from the doorway.

 

Guy rolled his eyes. “Everything’s under control. Don’t worry!”

 

Chris smiled. “We’ll be back later.” He waved goodbye and then closed the door behind him.

 

“Daddy gone.” Moses ran over to Guy, holding a toy elephant.

 

“He’ll be back.” Guy reassured him. “Go play with your sister.” As much as he loved babysitting Chris’ kids, Guy hated the fact that he was always the one doing it. Why not Jonny? Chris favored him so much…he could at least have him be nanny for a night.

 

There was screaming coming from the hallway.

 

“What now?”

 

Guy got up from the couch and walked down towards the noise, afraid to look into the bedroom. Chris’ words before he’d left flooded through his mind.

 

“You’ve been here before, and they’re little angels. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

 

Of course, little angels wasn’t exactly the words Guy would use to describe the children. Once, they’d tied Guy to a chair while he was sleeping, and used his face as an easel to finger-paint on.

 

He shuddered, letting his eyes open. The two were just jumping on the bed, laughing and having fun. Guy sighed with relief, shaking his head…when he saw that Apple was holding scissors.

 

“Apple!” Guy ran into the room and snatched the pointy object from her. “Never EVER jump on a bed while holding scissors!”

 

Apple made a pouty face, something she’d obviously picked up from her father. “I’m sorry, Uncle Guy. I promise I won’t do it again.”

 

“Good,” Guy sighed. “You could really hurt yourself…just, please, be more careful?”

 

The kids nodded and went back to jumping on the bed as if it were a trampoline.

 

“Kids. Oi. Vey.” Guy went into the kitchen, ordering a pizza, which would be delivered in thirty minutes. How could he keep the kids occupied until then?

 

No painting, that was for sure. Maybe coloring? He wasn’t about to trust them with markers either. What else did kids like to do? Play soccer? They were kids, they wouldn’t understand.

 

This was a problem for Guy. He’d hit a mental roadblock.

 

Well, he asked himself, what did Chris like to do? He was a kid…sort of. TV. Great!

 

Guy turned on the television, flipping through the channels. “What shows do you guys like to watch?” he called.

 

“TV!” Moses screamed as he ran into the living room. “TV! TV! TV!”

 

Apple followed him. “When we watch TV with Daddy, we watch something about Hills.”

 

“Chris watches the Hills?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Wow. What do you guys watch with your Mom?”

 

“Spongebob!” Moses cheered, flopping onto the couch.

 

“Works for me.” Guy found the channel, leaving the kids alone to watch their show.

 

After another ten minutes of hearing Spongebob’s laugh echoing into the kitchen, the doorbell finally rang. Guy opened it, gladly taking a pizza from some teenage delivery boy who clearly had acne issues. “Keep the change,” Guy grinned as he closed the door. “Pizza’s here!”

 

“PIZZA!!”

 

Moses clearly liked to yell. The kids took a seat at the table, Guy having to strap Moses into a booster seat. He cut up the pizza for him, handing him a fork and giving Apple a slice.

 

“Thanks, Uncle Guy,” she smiled.

 

“You’re welcome.” Guy sighed and grabbed himself a slice, taking a seat at the end of the table. “So where do your parents sit?”

 

Apple pointed across the table. “Over there. Where’d they go?”

 

“They went out to dinner,” Guy grinned. “But they’ll be back.”

 

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“Is there anything on this bloody menu that hasn’t been killed, butchered or slaughtered?”

 

Gwyneth rolled her eyes. “This is a steakhouse, Chris, not a vegan café.”

 

Chris pouted. “I thought they’d at least have fausages.”

 

“Do you want to eat here or go somewhere else?”

 

“You tell me.”

 

“Fine, but where else would we go?”

 

“The vegan café down the street?”

 

Gwyn laughed. “Fine.”

 

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“Ice cream?” Moses repeated Guy’s words as if he’d spoken from the Bible.

 

“Yes, but you have to be good.” Guy opened the freezer. “Let’s see if you have any ice-holy cow.”

 

There, indeed, was ice cream in the fridge. In fact, there were five cartons of it.

 

“Geeze, well, which kind do you guys want?”

 

“Cherry!”

 

“Cookie dough!”

 

“Okay…” Guy pulled the two cartons out of the freezer, taking one of chocolate for himself. “I’ll let you guys make your own.”

 

“Yay!!!”

 

Guy got down some bowls and scooped out the ice cream. “Here’s Apple’s…and Moses, here’s yours.” He stepped aside to supervise the kids as they added whipped cream, sprinkles, and chocolate sauce to their sundaes. Finally, the kids took a seat and shoved their faces full of ice cream.

 

“Eat up,” Guy took a bite of his own concoction.

 

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“Are you happy now?”

 

“Very happy,” Chris spoke, his mouth full of fausage.

 

He and Gwyneth were sitting inside a small vegan café. “Good. What time is it?”

 

Chris looked around for a clock. “About seven thirty,” he gulped down the last of his food.

 

“We should probably get home…”

 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure Guy’s got everything under control.”

 

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“Apple! Put the glue down! Moses! Take that diaper off your head!”

 

Great idea giving them ice cream, Guy frowned, stupid, stupid, stupid!

 

Apple stopped pouring glue onto a magazine, Moses peeked out from inside the diaper.

 

“It’s time for bed.” Guy sighed, taking the bottle of glue and pulling the diaper off of Moses’ head. “Go on.”

 

Apple glanced back before going to her room. “Uncle Guy, where do babies come from?”

 

Guy‘s eyes widened. “What? Why are you asking me?”

 

“Daddy told me to.”

 

Guy laughed. “You can ask your dad then.” Apple ran off, and he cleaned up the living room and turned off the television. Guy moved down the hallway and into Moses’ bedroom. Apple was helping him pull his shirt over hi head…unsuccessfully.

 

“Here,” Guy laughed, doing it for her. He tucked Moses into bed, and Apple hopped up next to him.

 

“Tell us a story,” she grinned.

 

“Okay…” Guy looked around. “What book do you want to re”

 

“No, a story. Not a book.” Apple smiled and sank under the covers.

 

“About what?”

 

Moses shrugged. “Something interesting.”

 

Guy sighed. “Okay…once upon a time, there was a handsome bassist”

 

“Who had a pony named Steve,” Apple laughed.

 

“And he had a pony named Steve. One day, he went for a walk to the pub-”

 

“Where he ran into Spongebob.”

 

“Hmm…so he and Spongebob went for a walk in the park.”

 

“And they lived happily ever after.”

 

“The end?”

 

“The end.”

 

Moses was already asleep.

 

“Good night.”

 

“Good night, Uncle Guy.”

 

Guy turned off the bedroom light and went into the living room.

 

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“How were they?” Chris tossed his car keys onto the counter and sat beside Guy on the couch.

 

“They were great,” he grinned. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”

 

“Really? I figured I could just get Jon to...”

 

Guy grinned. “Whatever. I’ll head out.”

 

“Thanks, Guy!” Chris called from the doorway.

 

“Oh, and uh, one more thing?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Don’t ask your kids to learn for you.”

 

Chris laughed. “See you tomorrow!”

 

 

 

“Don’t ask your kids to learn for you.” :lol:

that was great. fausages and the Hills. :heart::lol:

:blush::hug:

exelent!!!:dance:

im writing mine..:escaping:

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“If you need anything, just call!” Chris hollered from the doorway.

 

Guy rolled his eyes. “Everything’s under control. Don’t worry!”

 

Chris smiled. “We’ll be back later.” He waved goodbye and then closed the door behind him.

 

“Daddy gone.” Moses ran over to Guy, holding a toy elephant.

 

“He’ll be back.” Guy reassured him. “Go play with your sister.” As much as he loved babysitting Chris’ kids, Guy hated the fact that he was always the one doing it. Why not Jonny? Chris favored him so much…he could at least have him be nanny for a night.

 

There was screaming coming from the hallway.

 

“What now?”

 

Guy got up from the couch and walked down towards the noise, afraid to look into the bedroom. Chris’ words before he’d left flooded through his mind.

 

“You’ve been here before, and they’re little angels. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

 

Of course, little angels wasn’t exactly the words Guy would use to describe the children. Once, they’d tied Guy to a chair while he was sleeping, and used his face as an easel to finger-paint on.

 

He shuddered, letting his eyes open. The two were just jumping on the bed, laughing and having fun. Guy sighed with relief, shaking his head…when he saw that Apple was holding scissors.

 

“Apple!” Guy ran into the room and snatched the pointy object from her. “Never EVER jump on a bed while holding scissors!”

 

Apple made a pouty face, something she’d obviously picked up from her father. “I’m sorry, Uncle Guy. I promise I won’t do it again.”

 

“Good,” Guy sighed. “You could really hurt yourself…just, please, be more careful?”

 

The kids nodded and went back to jumping on the bed as if it were a trampoline.

 

“Kids. Oi. Vey.” Guy went into the kitchen, ordering a pizza, which would be delivered in thirty minutes. How could he keep the kids occupied until then?

 

No painting, that was for sure. Maybe coloring? He wasn’t about to trust them with markers either. What else did kids like to do? Play soccer? They were kids, they wouldn’t understand.

 

This was a problem for Guy. He’d hit a mental roadblock.

 

Well, he asked himself, what did Chris like to do? He was a kid…sort of. TV. Great!

 

Guy turned on the television, flipping through the channels. “What shows do you guys like to watch?” he called.

 

“TV!” Moses screamed as he ran into the living room. “TV! TV! TV!”

 

Apple followed him. “When we watch TV with Daddy, we watch something about Hills.”

 

“Chris watches the Hills?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Wow. What do you guys watch with your Mom?”

 

“Spongebob!” Moses cheered, flopping onto the couch.

 

“Works for me.” Guy found the channel, leaving the kids alone to watch their show.

 

After another ten minutes of hearing Spongebob’s laugh echoing into the kitchen, the doorbell finally rang. Guy opened it, gladly taking a pizza from some teenage delivery boy who clearly had acne issues. “Keep the change,” Guy grinned as he closed the door. “Pizza’s here!”

 

“PIZZA!!”

 

Moses clearly liked to yell. The kids took a seat at the table, Guy having to strap Moses into a booster seat. He cut up the pizza for him, handing him a fork and giving Apple a slice.

 

“Thanks, Uncle Guy,” she smiled.

 

“You’re welcome.” Guy sighed and grabbed himself a slice, taking a seat at the end of the table. “So where do your parents sit?”

 

Apple pointed across the table. “Over there. Where’d they go?”

 

“They went out to dinner,” Guy grinned. “But they’ll be back.”

 

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“Is there anything on this bloody menu that hasn’t been killed, butchered or slaughtered?”

 

Gwyneth rolled her eyes. “This is a steakhouse, Chris, not a vegan café.”

 

Chris pouted. “I thought they’d at least have fausages.”

 

“Do you want to eat here or go somewhere else?”

 

“You tell me.”

 

“Fine, but where else would we go?”

 

“The vegan café down the street?”

 

Gwyn laughed. “Fine.”

 

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“Ice cream?” Moses repeated Guy’s words as if he’d spoken from the Bible.

 

“Yes, but you have to be good.” Guy opened the freezer. “Let’s see if you have any ice-holy cow.”

 

There, indeed, was ice cream in the fridge. In fact, there were five cartons of it.

 

“Geeze, well, which kind do you guys want?”

 

“Cherry!”

 

“Cookie dough!”

 

“Okay…” Guy pulled the two cartons out of the freezer, taking one of chocolate for himself. “I’ll let you guys make your own.”

 

“Yay!!!”

 

Guy got down some bowls and scooped out the ice cream. “Here’s Apple’s…and Moses, here’s yours.” He stepped aside to supervise the kids as they added whipped cream, sprinkles, and chocolate sauce to their sundaes. Finally, the kids took a seat and shoved their faces full of ice cream.

 

“Eat up,” Guy took a bite of his own concoction.

 

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“Are you happy now?”

 

“Very happy,” Chris spoke, his mouth full of fausage.

 

He and Gwyneth were sitting inside a small vegan café. “Good. What time is it?”

 

Chris looked around for a clock. “About seven thirty,” he gulped down the last of his food.

 

“We should probably get home…”

 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure Guy’s got everything under control.”

 

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“Apple! Put the glue down! Moses! Take that diaper off your head!”

 

Great idea giving them ice cream, Guy frowned, stupid, stupid, stupid!

 

Apple stopped pouring glue onto a magazine, Moses peeked out from inside the diaper.

 

“It’s time for bed.” Guy sighed, taking the bottle of glue and pulling the diaper off of Moses’ head. “Go on.”

 

Apple glanced back before going to her room. “Uncle Guy, where do babies come from?”

 

Guy‘s eyes widened. “What? Why are you asking me?”

 

“Daddy told me to.”

 

Guy laughed. “You can ask your dad then.” Apple ran off, and he cleaned up the living room and turned off the television. Guy moved down the hallway and into Moses’ bedroom. Apple was helping him pull his shirt over hi head…unsuccessfully.

 

“Here,” Guy laughed, doing it for her. He tucked Moses into bed, and Apple hopped up next to him.

 

“Tell us a story,” she grinned.

 

“Okay…” Guy looked around. “What book do you want to re”

 

“No, a story. Not a book.” Apple smiled and sank under the covers.

 

“About what?”

 

Moses shrugged. “Something interesting.”

 

Guy sighed. “Okay…once upon a time, there was a handsome bassist”

 

“Who had a pony named Steve,” Apple laughed.

 

“And he had a pony named Steve. One day, he went for a walk to the pub-”

 

“Where he ran into Spongebob.”

 

“Hmm…so he and Spongebob went for a walk in the park.”

 

“And they lived happily ever after.”

 

“The end?”

 

“The end.”

 

Moses was already asleep.

 

“Good night.”

 

“Good night, Uncle Guy.”

 

Guy turned off the bedroom light and went into the living room.

 

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“How were they?” Chris tossed his car keys onto the counter and sat beside Guy on the couch.

 

“They were great,” he grinned. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”

 

“Really? I figured I could just get Jon to...”

 

Guy grinned. “Whatever. I’ll head out.”

 

“Thanks, Guy!” Chris called from the doorway.

 

“Oh, and uh, one more thing?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Don’t ask your kids to learn for you.”

 

Chris laughed. “See you tomorrow!”

 

 

 

LOVE IT :D

 

 

fausages :P

word of day.

Laura, that was sooo good. I couldn't stop giggling :D

 

And I loved Guy's reaction when Apple asked him about the origin of the babies :lol:

I liked it.

I love BABYSITTING!

:laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3:

thanks! :lol: crests, what happened to glockenspiel? :laugh3:

Laura its so funny

i loove it !!

U wire really good random stories :P

i love them :D xx

"Babysitting" is great!! :D!!!

Chapter 1

 

A Spring Day

 

 

There was blood everywhere. On the furniture. Splattered all over the walls. Soaked into the carpet.

"Oh my God, "Will said.

"What do you think happened?" Guy asked.

"I don't know," Will answered, "But we better call the police."

"Don't you think we should check and see if they are here first?"

"No," Will said, shaking his head, "If they are here, there is nothing we can do for them anyway."

"You mean, you think they are dead?" Guy asked, his eyes growing in size as he said the words.

Will nodded.

 

"And how long has it been since you have heard from your friends?" The poilce detective asked.

Will looked at Guy and said, "What about three days?"

Guy nodded his agreement.

"They were supposed to call and check in on Wednesday. When they hadn't called by Friday and we couldn't reach them on their cell phones we were worried. So we drove up here to check on them."

"And why were they here?" The detective asked, gesturing around at the small cabin.

"They had driven up here to clear their heads and maybe try to write some music.They usually started the songs together and then added our parts later."

"Was there anything going on in their personal lives that we should know about?" The detective asked.

Guy and Will looked at each other.

"You might as well tell me now," the detective said, picking up on the sly look between them.

"Well, there was this thing with this stalker." Will said.

"A stalker?" The detective was writing furiously in his little notebook.

"Was this reported to the police?" he asked.

"No," Guy said, "We wanted to keep it out of the papers."

"That was a very bad move," the detective said, "Your desire for privacy may have just cost your friends their lives."

 

Guy was standing outside the cabin smoking a cigarette when his cell phone rang. He looked at the number and then looked around to make sure that no one was within earshot. Will was still inside talking to the police lieutenant.

"What?" Guy said, as he answered.

"No, no....everything is going just like we planned so far. No one suspects a thing."

The caller said something that obviously upset Guy.

"Well, dammit, maybe you should have thought of that before,' he said, angrily.

The caller said something else.

"Okay....okay...I got it.....I know exactly what to do." Guy said, slamming his phone shut.

"Any news?" Will asked, walking up from behind him.

"No, no," Guy said, "I was just talking to my brother. What do the police say?"

"They are still looking around for clues. They think they may have been kidnapped...at least one of them anyway."

"Which one?" Guy asked.

"Jonny, naturally. Since he was the one who had the stalker."

"Hmmm. Then where is Chris?"

"They really don't have a lead on that," Will said.

"What about the blood? There's so much of it," Guy said.

"They don't think it is human," Will said, "They think maybe some kind of animal."

Me and alina are collaborating on a fanfic at the moment :D

:stunned:!!

 

Poor Chris and Jon!

 

And an evil Guy? Very, very good!!

we'll post ours here when were done :D

Can't wait! :D!

Oh, what is Guy up to? :thinking: But yeah, evil Guy is what has been missing... There's drunk Guy, funny Guy, romantic Guy,.... but evil, I don't remember :)

Curve Away If You May| PART TWO

 

 

 

At Will's...

 

"Mr Williams who owned the North London bar, 'Secrets', has been found dead on a road outside his bar. His friends and family are arranging the funeral and the police are treating the death as suspicious. There are a few suspects which the police will be investigating today." blared the TV. Will turned it off.

 

"Fuck me" Will said under his breath, reaching for his phone. "You watching the telly, Jonny? You are? Let's hope Chris hasn't gone and done something stupid!"

 

At Chris'...

 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. How many more times can I say it?" Chris said. "How many more times are you going to come back at 3 in the morning?" replied Gwyneth, grabbing a bowl from the kitchen cupboard. "I've had enough of this!" Chris replied, walking out the room and slamming the door.

 

"Guy, I need to meet you, please, theres something I need to talk to you about!" Chris slammed the phone down and walked out the front door.

 

At Guy's

 

"Hey Chris! Have you heard, that guy who punched you last night has been found dead!" Guy exclaimed, reaching deeper into his pack of crisps. "Of course I have bloody heard, it's been going round in my mind all night. It was me. I killed him!" Chris replied. Guy slowly put his crisps down. "Woah! Woah, Chris, look I've helped you before, but not this time! Chris, I can't lie for you if that's what your asking me to do!" Guy said, standing up. "All I'm saying is, if the police ask where I was, then I was staying at yours!" Chris said, forcing a smile. "No!" Guy abruptly replied, showing Chris the door. "Guy! Guy!" Chris replied as Guy slammed the front door in his face.

 

Chris' phone vibrated, he had recieved a text. "Chris, the police have just been round, where the hell are you? They want to speak to you about a murder".

 

Oh, what is Guy up to? :thinking: But yeah, evil Guy is what has been missing... There's drunk Guy, funny Guy, romantic Guy,.... but evil, I don't remember :)

 

 

 

It's very interesting.

 

But oh my god, I love drunk Guy.

 

Especially in "MAMA". :laugh4:.

Can't wait!:D!

 

CIt's about Chris baking a cake for Jonny but Jonny is getting attacked by a sheep :P

thanks! crests, what happened to glockenspiel?

 

it will be again, it had been 3 days though so i thought i should change it :P

Chapter 2

 

A Spring Day

 

Guy checked the clock on the wall for the second time in fifteen minutes.

His cell phone rang.

"Finally!" he said in an exasperated tone.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," a voice answered.

It was a woman's voice.

"That's okay," he said.

"Do the police suspect anything?" She asked.

Guy leaned back in his chair and smiled at his satisfaction that his own plan was working so perfectly.

"Not a thing," he told her, "The cops really are as incompetent as we thought."

"Good," she told him.

"Any problems?" he asked.

"We have been having quite a bit of trouble with them," She said.

"The tall skinny one has been talking non stop. We even put a gag on him and he still talked."

"Yeah," Guy said, with a trace of malice in his voice, "That is one of the biggest things I hate about the little bastard. He never shuts up."

"The other one just sits there," She said.

"I bet he just sits there and looks smug too, doesn't he?" Guy asked.

"Yes," she said, "It really makes me want to slap him."

"I understand that totally," Guy said, almost in a growl, "He gets all the credit for everything." "Jonny's so good at guitar. Jonny's so sweet," he mocked.

"I am sick of Jonny getting all the attention. I am just as good as he is. But no one gives me any credit. They all take me for granted. And I am sick of it."

"So, how long do you want us to keep the other one?" she asked.

Guy looked up at the calendar on the wall.

They had been holding Chris and Jonny captive for six days.

"You can let him go as soon as you give him the drug," Guy told her.

"What about the quiet one?" She asked, "Are we still going through with our plan for him?"

"Yes," Guy said, as a malicious sneer crossed his face.

"We are going to fix it so that he is no trouble to me any more. I am going to be the star of this band if it means killing the little perfect jackass."

^Oh, I LOVE IT! Poor Jonny and Chris, although evil Guy is really fun to read....

 

Can't wait for the next chapter:dance:

Chapter 3

 

A Spring Day

 

"It is pig blood," the detective was explaining to Will over the phone.

"All the blood in the cabin belonged to a pig. There was no human blood."

"What does that mean?" Will asked, "Why would someone butcher a pig there?"

The detective took a deep breath.

"I am sure that you have heard of the groups of people that are called, for lack of a better term, devil worshippers?

"Yeah," Will said.

"We think maybe your friends might have become involved with a group like that."

"No way," Will said, "They would never participate in something like that."

"I don't mean that it was a voluntary thing," the policeman said.

"Oh......." Will's voice faded out.

"I am calling because we found some items at the cabin and we would like you and Mr. Berryman to come down and see if you recognize any of these items as belonging to the victims."

"The victims?" Will asked.

"That is how they are classified right now as long as the investigation is still open," the detective explained.

"Okay," Will said.

 

"It's Jonny's cap," Guy said, when the detective held up a large plastic evidence bag for him to look at.

"Will," Guy said, looking at him and pretending to be scared, "It's Jonny's cap."

"We don't know what these are," the detective said, as he held up a bag full of pieces of different colored string.

"Those are Chris' bracelets," Will said, "Whoever did this to them must have cut them off his wrists."

"And this?" Another plastic bag full of shiny bits of paper.

"That's the wrappers from that damn chocolate candy that Chris is always eating."Will said.

The detective raised his eyebrows.

"So," he said, "We have established that your friends were definitely at the cabin for some period of time."

"Did you find anything else?" Guy asked. He was trying to find out if the police had any evidence that might lead them to the group of people he had hired.

"Well, we didn't find any more blood or any bodies or anything if that is what you are asking," the detective told him bluntly, "But we did find several sets of footprints Can you tell me if your friends wore boots?"

"Boots?" Will asked.

"Yes, like combat boots or work boots?"

Guy smiled at the idea of either Chris or Jonny wearing combat boots.

"No," he said, "Neither of them owned a pair."

"Well, someone who was at that cabin was wearing a pair because they left a series of bloody footprints."

"What happens now?" Will asked.

"I have teams still scouring the woods around the cabin and the stream that was located just down the hill."

Guy and Will looked at each other worriedly.

"We haven't found any bodies yet," the detective told them, "I take that as a good sign."

It's getting more and more interesting :dance: But I'm really curious so I can't wait for the next part, I'm loving it :)