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Chapter 2
"So, I was thinking" Hanson whispered in Judy's ear. "After we leave here, maybe we can skip the party and…"
"Uh..uh" A big smile spread across her face as she waved her index finger from one side to another. "You know I don't share."
Hanson slowed her down until they stopped, dropping his arm from her shoulders and swiveling her around to face him. "You can't wear something like…like…this and not expect me to…."
"To what?" She lifted her brows and smiled while folding her arms across her chest.
He lowered his voice as he unfolded her arms. "Let me stay at your place tonight."
She continued to smile as she backed away from him. "Nnnoooo" He watched her saunter away as Booker and Ioki emerged from the thick white fog.
"Where's Blowfish?" Harry's eyes roamed the visible space around them.
Hanson cleared his throat and scratched the side of his head. "He's up there with that freak of a tour guide." Hanson nodded indicating the direction their friend went. "Come on, Sal's already scared. I don't wanna leave him alone." He added while Judy and Ioki walked ahead.
"Hanson, wait up." Booker walked up on Hanson with his fingers tucked into his pockets stopping at his palms. "What's up with you and Judy?"
Hanson narrowed his brows, placing his hands at his hips and stiffening. "What do you mean?"
Booker dropped his head slightly tilting it to the side while lifting his brows. "I think you know." He shifted his weight. "You keep blocking, man….. like" He rolled his hand in a circular motion. "Like you're her big brother or something." Booker lifted his shoulders while briefly looking up in the sky. "I really like her and I think we could be good together." He looked at Hanson and continued with serious sincerity in his voice. "Look, man….I know she's your friend, and I don't have the best track record when it comes to women, but promise I won't hurt her." Booker leaned in close to Hanson's ear. "So, relax Hamburger." Booker backhanded his chest and Tom glanced down surprised by the force of the hit before deepening his scowl. "Back off and lemme have a shot at making her happy." He paused in thought while glaring at Hanson. "Unless you and her are …." He pointed to Tom and then in the direction of Judy.
"What?" Hanson challenged him to finish his sentence.
Dennis chuckled. "Never mind" He patted him on the shoulder. "You'd never have a chance….She's too much car for you." He walked away leaving Hanson in the thick fog seemingly by himself while Tom tried to suppress the urge to snatch Booker up by his neck. He took a few deep breaths before walking a few feet until he saw Judy. "Where is everyone?" She didn't have a chance to answer him, because Harry appeared, and then Booker and then the Reaper. Hanson looked around. "Where's Sal, Fuller, and Doug?"
"We thought they were with you." Harry threw his hands up and looked around in uncertainty. "We can't see shit out here."
"I thought they were with you." Hanson started looking around for them as suspicion and foul play slowly took over his thoughts while Ioki asked the Reaper if he'd seen their friends.
Harry walked back over to Hanson. "This guy keeps reading the inscriptions on graves and telling us about the people buried there, but he won't give us any answers as to where our friends are."
"DOUG!" Hanson cupped his mouth and shouted. "FULLER!" He rotated directions and the others followed suit while yelling out the names of their missing friends. "SAL!" They circled the immediate area while shouting for their friends hoping that they would appear or at least yell back. But, they couldn't even get an echo. Hanson stopped cold, putting his hands out, hitting Judy and Booker in the waist. "Do you hear that?" He turned his head sideways to focus on the lack of noise in the cemetery.
"I don't hear anything." Booker confessed as he strained to try to hear any sound.
"Exactly" Hanson nodded. "Let's keep following the Reaper, maybe he'll lead us to the guys and then we can go. Everybody stay close by, so we can see each other."
"Okay, that's eerie." Harry nervously added. "A cemetery full of people and the silence is deafening."
"Hanson" Judy latched onto Tom's arm. "This is your fault I'm here, so you get me outta here in one piece."
Booker frowned when he saw how close Judy was to Hanson. He immediately widened his stride to catch up to them without appearing to be in a hurry. "Judy" He smiled as she looked at him. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Some hero you are, Dennis." Harry joked.
"Hey" Booker slapped his hands to his chest. "I never said I was a hero Harry, I'm just saying I'm going to help us get outta here."
"You can help me right now by shutting your pie hole." Hanson frowned as he turned back to scold Booker.
"Seven is the complete number." The Reaper announced as he came to a sudden stop bringing the group to a halt. "Seven days…seven wonders….seven sins…From the Chapel…there are seven." He moved his head from one side to another before taking a deep breath. "All shall come face to face with their fears on this Hollows Eve." His laughter echoed across the cemetery while Hanson, Judy, Ioki, and Booker traded terrified looks between each other.
"Hanson?" Judy whispered while tightening her grip on Hanson's arm.
"It's alright" He stared into her worried eyes, licked his lips, and smiled. "It's not real." He slipped his arm around her and held her close. "But, just to be on the safe side….is your biggest fear still…."
"Yeah" A frightened look washed over her face. "Is yours still.."
"Yeah" He cut her off. "Harry, what's your biggest fear?"
"You mean other than this?" Harry exhaled and put his hands in his pockets.
"Booker?" Hanson rotated his head in Booker's direction.
Dennis briefly glanced at the fog filled sky as he swayed in thought. "You… moving in on my date." He sarcastically mumbled, frustrated by the way Judy held onto Tom.
"What?" Judy stuck her neck out while raising her brows.
"Snakes" Dennis grumbled. "I said snakes." He pouted.
"Hey guys?" Judy looked around their group and her voice began to shake. "Where's the Reaper?"
Hanson watched everyone look around in fear. "Look," He shifted his weight and held his hand out in a chopping manner while continuing to hold on to Judy. "I've had it with this haunted house doo-doo." His eyes floated over Judy's body for a second before turning his attention back to the group. "Let's just find everybody and get the hell outta here." He demanded before clearing his throat. "I have something important to do later."
"No you don't" Judy smirked as she corrected him.
Hanson dropped his arm from her waist, raised his brows while giving her a brief 'we'll see' look before strolling off. "Let's go."
"Yeah…Jackie must be really worried about you by now." Booker interjected as they cautiously made their way through the grass and graves.
"She's at a party." Hanson coldly stated while shifting his eyes to Judy. "I won't see her until tomorrow."
"Unless she comes by later." Booker smirked. "I heard she has a key, so she can just drop by anytime she wants."
Judy bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second before taking a deep breath and letting it out while feelings of rage raced through her. She cut her eyes at Hanson as his eyes widened wishing he could explain. "Wow, Hanson" She tried to keep an even tone. "I didn't know you two were serious." She fumed. "Does she have a drawer or closet space too?" She gritted her teeth trying to contain her building anger.
"We're not…" Hanson tried to explain.
"You're not what Hanson?" Judy stopped cold cutting him off. "You didn't want to exchange keys until I promised to tell Fuller about us, but you gave that bitch a key?" She angrily pointed downward and yelled. He cowered down in embarrassment while shifting his eyes between Ioki and Dennis who looked on in shock. "We practically lived at each other's apartments all summer, and you didn't want to leave our stuff at each other's places until we talked to Fuller first!" She put her finger in his face while placing the other hand at her hip. "And if you tell me that she keeps her stuff at your house…" She warned.
"She doesn't" He gently pushed her hand down.
"Fine" Judy narrowed her brows. "FULLER!…PENHALL!...SAL!" She screamed. "COME OUT! ….RIGHT NOW!" She balled her fist and aimed them at the ground. "We're going to Hanson's to check his drawers and closets and if I find anything of hers over there…" She slowly moved her head from sided to side. "Leeeet's go!" She stormed off.
Hanson ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Dennis with rage in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill you." He calmly nodded before shrugging. "I'm going to get us out of here, and then I'm going to kill you." He squinted in anger. "You know that right?" He watched Booker nod before catching up with Judy.
"What the…?" Ioki scoffed as he glanced at Booker while walking to catch up with Tom and Judy. "Did you know about them?"
"No" Booker chuckled. "I had a feeling, but I didn't think she'd go for him." He slapped his hands together before rubbing them against each other. "I just got lucky I guess."
"Lucky?" Ioki looked at him in confusion.
"Well, yeah…she's gonna need a shoulder to cry on." Booker smiled as he jogged ahead.
Harry scratched the back of his head and smirked. "I guess." He jogged to catch up, before tripping over a small tombstone and landing on two separate epitaphs. One at his knee and the other at his head causing him to lose consciousness for a couple of minutes, he woke up to the fading sounds of his name being called out. Harry flattened his hands against the cold wet grass and stone, and pushed himself away from the ground shaking his head. "Yeah" He answered, but he couldn't hear any sounds coming from his voice. He opened and closed his eyes a few times to adjust to the dark, but he could only see a solid shade of black that seemed to be darker than any darkness he'd seen before. He eventually pulled himself to a standing position. "Guys?" He formed the word in his mind, and he opened his mouth, but the sound refused to come out. He put his hands out in front of him when the realization of what was happening to him hit him like a ton of bricks. "I can't speak, I can't hear, I can't see,…. I can't make a sound, and I'm in the middle of a cemetery where I have to watch every step or I will trip again." He thought to himself. "My biggest fear?" His breath quickened as panic started to set in. "To be helpless and alone." He admitted while cold chills ran down his spine.
