Chapter 2
No sooner had the words left his mouth that he was being dragged by a shockingly excited Henrietta towards an all black hearse, followed closely by Pete, Michael, and Firkle. Michael got in the drivers' side with Firkle illegally in the passenger. Pete opened the door in the back where a coffin would've been put in and Henrietta climbed in first, followed by Pip then Pete. They had installed two rows of black leather seats on either side of the back, facing each other. Pip sat on one side awkwardly as Pete and Henrietta sat on the other side. The hearse barely made any noise as Michael started it and began driving. Pip sat there quietly as Pete and Henrietta stared at him curiously.
"Your feet are bleeding." Pete cocked his head to the side as his stare intensified. Pip looked down and indeed Pete was right, his feet were cracked and bleeding. Oh Crumpets! Pip smiled slightly and shook his head.
"Oh, don't worry." He twiddled his thumbs as he sat there. They stared at him with calculating gazes that made Pip nervous. Would they take their invitation back, leaving Pip all alone again? Oh, he hoped not! The hearse stopped.
"We're here." Pip jumped slightly at the sound of Michael's monotone voice. He followed the others out of the hearse and into a dark green house. The interior was brightly lit and there was a wall full of pictures of a young girl and boy as they grow up. Pip theorized that this must be Henrietta's home. They went upstairs and walked down the hall before coming to an all black door with the words 'Keep Out' spray painted in red.
Pip followed them in.
Henrietta's room was painted black with gothic posters and decorations spread out. They were tons of candles lit and Pip vaguely wondered if Henrietta's parents worried that she would burn the house down. He looked to where Henrietta was standing by the chair she pulled from her vanity.
"Sit." It was a simple command made by the goth girl but held no room for argument.
Pip sat in the chair.