seemed to work for him most of the time.
“I just have a bad feeling. Don’t you? It’s too quiet. I can’t stand this waiting, I am going to go check on them.”
“What? No Taya, wait. Shit!” I knew I was going to have to go after her and I realy didn’t want to. She had already made it to the yard before I had even started to move. I could see her black-haired head moving around behind the brick wal.
“Are you insane? You can’t just go stomping around like that,” I said as I ran up near the entrance to the yard just a few feet from where Taya stood.
“Ssshh!” She snapped around and pointed along the side of the house. I jogged the few feet to her side and tried to see where she was pointing.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Right there.” She shook her first finger toward what she was pointing at. Along the back wal of the house, I could barely make out what looked like a sliver of a door. “It looks like an open door. They must have gone inside.”
Taya scurried ahead before I could protest and held the door open wider for me to see. A triumphant smile grew on her face as I approached. “See… I told you Abby.”
I bit my tongue when I wanted to snap at her and puled out my knife before entering the room ahead of her. There was no way I was going to let her lead the way if there was some sort of demon waiting inside to kil us. I could at least fight it off and maybe even kil it, I had already kiled one, but Taya wouldn’t stand a chance.
The room we entered was a standard laundry room, but the fresh scent of detergent alarmed me. A folded stack of towels was on top of the dryer.
“Someone is here,” Taya said sniffing the towels and sighing deeply.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Voices. I think I hear voices. That sounds like Carter.” I rushed out of the laundry room and into a halway. I turned to the left toward what I thought were the sounds of Carter. Taya trailed behind me clinging to a towel.
When I reached the living room I was in complete shock. Carter and Max were seated in a gaudy flowery orange couch and standing in front of them was a very pissed off looking old man holding a rifle. I guessed he was in his late sixties, but his face was layered in wrinkles giving it a permanent scowl.
The sight of me seemed to have caught him off guard for a moment, but when he saw Taya come barreling in behind me with one of his towels in tow, his face became red.
“I thought you boys said you were alone?” His voice was deep and scruffy, like he’d spent too many years smoking.
“You little thieves were trying to pul a fast one on me weren’t ya?”
“We aren’t thieves!” Taya blurted.
“Oh realy? What is that you got in your hand then, kid? Is that towel yours? I suppose you were trying to sneak up behind me?” He said eyeing my knife.
“No.” I slid the knife back into my pant leg. “Listen, we were just worried about them when they didn’t come back, so we went looking for them that’s al.” I tried to inch my way closer to the couch and Taya folowed, stil clinging onto her stolen towel.
“No, you kids listen. You think you can sneak in here and steal from an old man! Isn’t the world in a bad enough state?”
“I didn’t mean to steal it.” Taya stepped closer to him, offering the towel. “It just smeled so good and clean. It just… just reminded me of my mom. That’s al.” I saw his face start to soften a bit and I knew this was our chance. I tried to telepathicaly tel Taya to keep it up; we needed this man to feel sorry for us. I knew it was hard for her to speak of her mother, but if that’s what would get us out of this mess then that is what had to be done.
“She used the same detergent,” Taya said sounding much like a little child. He looked down at the towel and then at her.
“You can keep it.”
Taya’s face instantly lit up and she hugged it like it was a teddy bear.
“Ah hel,” He said lowering his rifle and I saw Max
“I just have a bad feeling. Don’t you? It’s too quiet. I can’t stand this waiting, I am going to go check on them.”
“What? No Taya, wait. Shit!” I knew I was going to have to go after her and I realy didn’t want to. She had already made it to the yard before I had even started to move. I could see her black-haired head moving around behind the brick wal.
“Are you insane? You can’t just go stomping around like that,” I said as I ran up near the entrance to the yard just a few feet from where Taya stood.
“Ssshh!” She snapped around and pointed along the side of the house. I jogged the few feet to her side and tried to see where she was pointing.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Right there.” She shook her first finger toward what she was pointing at. Along the back wal of the house, I could barely make out what looked like a sliver of a door. “It looks like an open door. They must have gone inside.”
Taya scurried ahead before I could protest and held the door open wider for me to see. A triumphant smile grew on her face as I approached. “See… I told you Abby.”
I bit my tongue when I wanted to snap at her and puled out my knife before entering the room ahead of her. There was no way I was going to let her lead the way if there was some sort of demon waiting inside to kil us. I could at least fight it off and maybe even kil it, I had already kiled one, but Taya wouldn’t stand a chance.
The room we entered was a standard laundry room, but the fresh scent of detergent alarmed me. A folded stack of towels was on top of the dryer.
“Someone is here,” Taya said sniffing the towels and sighing deeply.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Voices. I think I hear voices. That sounds like Carter.” I rushed out of the laundry room and into a halway. I turned to the left toward what I thought were the sounds of Carter. Taya trailed behind me clinging to a towel.
When I reached the living room I was in complete shock. Carter and Max were seated in a gaudy flowery orange couch and standing in front of them was a very pissed off looking old man holding a rifle. I guessed he was in his late sixties, but his face was layered in wrinkles giving it a permanent scowl.
The sight of me seemed to have caught him off guard for a moment, but when he saw Taya come barreling in behind me with one of his towels in tow, his face became red.
“I thought you boys said you were alone?” His voice was deep and scruffy, like he’d spent too many years smoking.
“You little thieves were trying to pul a fast one on me weren’t ya?”
“We aren’t thieves!” Taya blurted.
“Oh realy? What is that you got in your hand then, kid? Is that towel yours? I suppose you were trying to sneak up behind me?” He said eyeing my knife.
“No.” I slid the knife back into my pant leg. “Listen, we were just worried about them when they didn’t come back, so we went looking for them that’s al.” I tried to inch my way closer to the couch and Taya folowed, stil clinging onto her stolen towel.
“No, you kids listen. You think you can sneak in here and steal from an old man! Isn’t the world in a bad enough state?”
“I didn’t mean to steal it.” Taya stepped closer to him, offering the towel. “It just smeled so good and clean. It just… just reminded me of my mom. That’s al.” I saw his face start to soften a bit and I knew this was our chance. I tried to telepathicaly tel Taya to keep it up; we needed this man to feel sorry for us. I knew it was hard for her to speak of her mother, but if that’s what would get us out of this mess then that is what had to be done.
“She used the same detergent,” Taya said sounding much like a little child. He looked down at the towel and then at her.
“You can keep it.”
Taya’s face instantly lit up and she hugged it like it was a teddy bear.
“Ah hel,” He said lowering his rifle and I saw Max
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