I pounced around as I made my way to the kitchen. I crouched inside Mrs. Harmon’s cabinet where she kept cereal. There was room for me.
I closed it. My heart was beating so hard that it’d probably give me away. I did try to look for Caleb, but he was gone. I even tried looking for Tate and the others, but they were gone, too.
The sound of footsteps nearly scared me to death. There was someone in the kitchen scrambling for a hiding place. I heard them breathing very heavily. I heard a chair move, so I guessed they hid under the table. While I waited, I thought about Violet and what happened to her. She wasn’t herself. Not at all. Was it because of what she did with the ashes? Could someone’s ashes have gotten inside of her? I had no clue how it all worked.
Just then, I felt something lean on my shoulder. It was dark, I couldn’t talk, and I was in a house full of nothing but superstition and dead people. Well, they were once dead. I heard a low moan. I felt tears running down my cheek. I felt the other strangers pulse on mine. As I thought, maybe this could be the murderer, I quickly opened the door. It was a stupid move, but I was just too afraid. When I crawled out I quickly stumbled onto something. My hands and knees fell to something wet on the ground. What laid behind me, was a very still and hunched figure. Nervously, I touched it and poked it. They were dead.
“I found… I found a dead body!” I exclaimed.
The lights immediately came back on. The dead person on the floor was the little boy, about Caleb’s age that I didn’t know about. I quickly ran to the kitchen and washed my hands. I started to cry again but stopped when I saw her come out of the cabinet I hid in. It was the thing that chased me in the garden. The only reason her head laid on my shoulder, is because body is so twisted and bent. I wanted to puke. She gave me a threatening look that sent me flying back into the front room.
Some of us met back in the front room by the entrance of the mansion. When everyone was present, Mr. Harmon appeared in the middle of all of us. He smiled.
“Very good, my dear,” he said, looking at me. I gave him the best frown I could. He turned away and looked at everyone else. “So, who do we think it was?” he asked.
Fingers pointed to one another. Some even pointed to me. Most were pointed to the lady that hid with me. I noticed that the old man’s knife had blood on it. I pointed to him, stepping closer. Mr. Harmon saw me and smiled the old man.
“Wow, father. I’m so proud of you today,” Mr. Harmon said.
The old man looked away.
Mrs. Harmon pulled the dead body out of the kitchen and placed it by the entry of the door. Mr. Harmon passed out the cards again. Mine was blank. Again.
“Lights out!” Mrs. Harmon yelled.
The darkness welcomed me once again.