Chapter 1 – Deadly Secrets

"That's it! For real this time! I can't take it anymore!" Baljeet wailed as he ran at full speed down the sidewalk. He had put up with so much from Buford, but this really was the final straw. He just couldn't bear to live with that level of humiliation again no matter how much his best friend/tormentor enjoyed it. As he looked around the back alley way looking for a place to hide he noticed that he was mere feet away from Isabella's back yard. Good ol' Isabella surely there would be a safe haven for him there.

Thinking quickly he opened up the back gate and dashed inside. As he looked around he realized that there wasn't many hiding places available to him until he saw it. In the corner of the back yard was a small building. A bit worn from the weather and age, but beggars couldn't be choosers. It didn't help that he could hear footsteps coming his way either as he ran over to the shabby wooden door, and entered making sure to close the door behind him.

"Now where did that little runt go?" Buford wondered entering the back yard a few seconds later. "He's going to make us miss the opening ceremony of the big bully convention, and he knows how I hate to be late. Fashionably so even." He moaned in annoyance before letting out a sigh. Maybe he'd stop by Phineas' house and ask if they'd seen him.

Meanwhile Baljeet stood at the top of a large spiral staircase that seemed to lead underground. The air was damp and the only light in the ever encroaching darkness being lit torches that lined the cavern walls.

"Well... This certainly isn't strange or foreboding in any way." He said to no one in particular before descending the stairs. Only to find himself going down the quick way after slipping on some water. As he finished rolling to the bottom of the staircase, and whined a little in pain from the experience he took a look around the room as he picked himself up off the floor.

There were no words that could describe what he was seeing. Even his voice had left him from how horrible it was, and it was made even worse by the overwhelming stench that had over taken him. The slowly rotting remains of carcasses were everywhere. On the ground, nailed to walls, in containers and jars of every size. That wasn't the only thing that freaked him out though. On a wooden table near the right wall of the corridor were many different tools and instruments that were coated in blood. Whether it was freah or not he couldn't tell, but the more he saw the more he knew he had seen way too much. Even scarier was that he would have bolted out of there long ago if his legs weren't frozen in absolute fear. It was then that he heard sounds coming from an adjacent room in the small catacomb, and despite his insistence that even going towards whatever it was; was a horrible, horrible idea. His feet seemed to move on their own until he entered another large room. Much different than the last.

There were pictures everywhere, and they were all of the same person. It wasn't just pictures either there were homemade dolls, statues, even graffiti on the wall told of this person's fixation on a certain person. A person who knew how to make every day the best one ever. In the middle of the room was that person, sitting on her knees and slowly petting one of the dolls as she held it close to her.

"I-Isabella is that you?" Baljeet gulped only to get no response. "M-Might I ask why Phineas is plastered all over the walls of your secret cave like a shrine?" He shivered as he continued to not get a response. "O-Okay then. I'm getting a little creeped out here. I'll see you later all-" He squealed as Isabella's voice interrupted him.

"Baljeet. What'cha doin' down here?" Isabella spoke in her usual cute voice as she looked up at him. To Baljeet's horror though this didn't seem like the same cute Isabella he and the others were used too. Her hair was frazzled and messy, her eyes glossed over as if they were devoid of life. The rest of her face and even her entire demeanor was completely devoid of expression and emotion. As she oozed an aura that was so cold that even he felt like he was being turned to ice.

"Um... Well you see... I was trying to get away from Buford and... and..." He found himself panicking as she placed the doll on the ground, and began to slowly rise from her sitting position.

"I thought I made it clear." She said softly while advancing on him. "I thought I told you guys to stay... out... of... my... shed." Her words dripped with venom as she continued to slowly approach the terrified Indian boy until nothing but his screams filled the cavern.

From that day on. Baljeet was never seen or heard from again.

THE END