Chapter 4

'Who in their right mind would live out here?' Santana asked, standing in a line with the rest of the girls and looking up through the trees.

'Someone who likes their privacy.' Blaine said, Santana looking over at him with a worried expression.

'Well, are we just going to stand here?' Puck said, looking around at everyone. They were all nervous to move, not wanting the owner of the property to be a psycho. 'We need to see if anyone's home.' He reminded them. 'Call for an ambulance and a tow truck.'

'Two tow trucks.' Finn reminded him, Puck nodding.

'Alright then.' The mohawked boy said, taking Quinn by the hand and walking along the road. 'Lets go.' He motioned for the rest of them to follow and they did, Brittany grabbing Santana's hand and following second, the rest of the group following behind.

'This is too creepy.' Rachel whispered to Finn, the tall boy nodding as he studied their surroundings. They had to walk round a bend and then up a small hill to get to the house, the road littered with junk either side. Finn held Rachel closer, everyone huddling with the person next to them with Blaine and Kurt either side of Mercedes. Puck reached the door first, Quinn at his side and the girls behind him. Santana looked up and around at the place, and it looked exactly the same as the gas station. It was completely made of wood, the panels rotting and covered in cobwebs. The windows were muggy and dirty so they couldn't see through to the inside. Brittany was mesmerised by something hanging in the doorway, a set of small silver wind chimes. It was beautiful actually. The only clean thing in the place, shining every time the sunlight hit it. She reached up her hand to grab it, but something stopped her. Santana's arm was on her own, and the blonde looked across into dark eyes.

'Don't touch anything Brit, okay?'

'Yeah, it's really pretty though San.'

'I know it is B, I'll get you one when we're home.' Brittany beamed, Santana pulling her back and standing in front of her. 'Are we doing this then?' She asked, looking at Puck to make the first move.

'Okay, here goes.' He said, looking back at the rest of the group who were standing a few feet away, he and the three girls up by the door. He then lifted his fist and knocked firmly three times. They all held their breath and waited for someone to answer, but no one did. Puck exhaled loudly.

'I don't know if I'm relieved or not.' He joked, leaning on the door.

'Come on, lets go.' Quinn said. 'No one's home.' But just as they were turning to leave, Puck's pressure on the door forced it open.

'Hold up guys, look.' He said, pushing it open further with his fingertips.

'Puckerman what are you doing?' Santana scowled at him.

'It's open.'

'So what? We can't go in there!' Santana tried to pull him back but he didn't move.

'Come on, we just need to see if they have a phone.' He rationalised, and Santana understood his thinking, but she didn't like it.

'It's trespassing. If we go in and someone is home, they'll be completely within their rights to shoot us!' She informed him.

'San, I get it, I do, but you need a hospital, Finn needs a hospital, and I think we all really want to get out of here.' Santana thought about it momentarily befor agreeing with him.

'Ugh, fine.' She said defeated. 'Guys, come on.' She called down to the rest of them. 'Puck's breaking and entering and he needs accomplices.' She said.

'What!' Rachel ran up to them as Puck was taking his first step into the house. 'Noah, get back here!'

'Chill princess.' He looked back at them all. 'Come on, two minutes. We'll find a phone, make the call and get back to the cars.'

'Come on Rach, don't worry.' Finn said as he came up beside her. Smiling down at her before taking her hand. 'Lead the way man.' He looked at Puck, who nodded, leaning further into the door and pushing it open.

'Hello?' He called once he was inside, holding the door open for everyone else. 'Hello?' He repeated it just to make sure, but no one answered. 'Come on.' He motioned for them all to cross the threshold and help him. Quinn came in next with Santana and Brittany, followed by Finn and Rachel with Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Blaine and Kurt all trailing in behind.

'I really think this is a bad idea Puck.' Blaine said, waiting for Kurt to come in and then closing the door behind him.

'We need a phone, yes?' Blaine nodded, Puck shrugging his shoulders. 'So help me look around.' They did, Blaine and Kurt following Puck to the far side of the room, everyone else fanning out and searching for a phone.

'Guys I don't think they even have a phone.' Rachel said at first glance of the room. It was filled with rubbish, random things, and plates with half eaten food on them. 'Gross.' She whispered, pulling Finn closer to her. Santana and Brittany were wandering around with Mike and Tina, Mercedes not far behind them. They headed over to a door.

'This place is disgusting.' Brittany grimaced as they too walked past plates of mouldy food. There were flies everywhere, circling the uneaten mould and landing on the rims of half empty cups.

'Yeah, which is why we don't touch.' Santana reminded her, Brittany nodding and following her lead. Mike was furthest forwards, reaching the new door and pushing it open carefully. It creaked, like everything in this god damn place, and was an off brown colour with the wood chipping away.

'Oh shit.' He winced, covering his mouth and nose as he entered the room. 'It stinks in here.' Everyone else followed him in, all covering their mouths in the same way.

'Jesus.' Mercedes whispered, following in behind Tina and looking around. It was the kitchen.

'Come on guys, we just need to see if they have a phone.' Mike reminded them what they were there for. 'The sooner we find one we can get out of here.'

'I hate to burst your bubble but I don't think they own a phone.' Santana said. 'Or a shower, or a vacuum cleaner or…'

'We get it Santana.' Tina put a hand on her shoulder. 'We want out too.' Santana smiled at her, watching as she joined her boyfriend on his search. Tina and Mike were now on the far side of the room, looking out of a side window and clearly seeing the rest of the guys as they explored their room. It was an oddly shaped house, like a big square with rooms jutting out at random points, but it was kind of cool. Puck noticed them from his side, waving and sending a stupid grin their way. Mike rolled his eyes as Tina waved back, then they all went back to exploring. Santana and Brittany walked around the kitchen counters, still pretty sure that they wouldn't find a phone but like Mike said, they had to try. They reached a big off-white refrigerator. It was covered in sticky substances, light brown and pale red, all dripping down the front.

'Maybe this is what smells so bad?' Brittany suggested. 'They could have something past its sell by date?'

'I think everything in here is past its sell by date B.' Santana nudged her shoulder, the blonde smiling. But then she reached out and took the door handle, pulling it open. The wave of stench that over took them was unimaginable. Flies and cockroaches littering the shelves, shelves filled with jars of murky liquid.

'Holy shit Brittany!' Santana cried, slamming the door shut as she realised what was in the jars. Now she was going to be sick, everything in her head pounding. It was too much. She ran over to the sink, doing her best not to touch anything, and let everything out. The other three exploring the kitchen ran over to them, seeing Brittany rubbing comforting circles in the Latina's back.

'What happened?' Mercedes asked, Santana looking up and wiping her mouth.

'Brit opened the fridge.' Santana informed them. 'It was full of, fucking parts.' She grimaced, a single tear falling down her face.

'Parts?' Mike looked at her. 'Parts of what, Santana?'

'People.' She whispered, standing upright. 'Parts of fucking people.'

'No way. That's not….' Tina's stutter was coming back. 'It cant be.'

'Look for yourself if you don't believe me.' She said sadly, but no one was willing to risk it. But then they were all distracted by a noise coming from the main room. Mike felt his pulse in his throat as he looked to his left, Puck and everyone else still clearly in the room beside him. He put his finger to his lips, telling the girls to be quiet, and tiptoed over to the door to the main room. He opened the door an inch, as quietly as he possibly could, and peered out. Closing the door again, he stepped backwards into the room.

'Mike,' Tina whispered. 'Mike what is it?' She saw the shocked look on his face.

'People, three of them.'

'Isn't that good? We can see if they can help us.' Brittany smiled, starting to walk to the door until Santana stopped her.

'No Brit, stay here.' She whispered, pulling the blonde behind her. 'Ninja, why do you look so freaked out?'

'Because…..' He swallowed. 'Because two of them don't look like people.'

'What? How the fuck can they not look like people?' The Latina asked, Mike simply shrugging.

'Whatever, we need to get out of here.' Tina said, moving back to the window and watching the others. Mike came by her side as Mercedes and the other girls watched the door. They both waved furiously to get the attention of someone in the room, Rachel and Quinn finally spotting them and making everyone else aware of their actions.

'What?' Quinn mouthed, looking at the waving couple with a confused expression.

'Get out!' Mike mouthed back. He pointed to the main room and said; 'people.' Quinn's eyes widening as she realised what he was trying to say. Puck and Finn were now at the window, Mike giving them football hand signals which they clearly understood because they started to gather everyone up and search for a way out.

'Okay guys, we need to get out of here.' He whispered. 'Have you heard anything else from out there?'

'Not really, just moving around.' Santana informed them. 'We're fucking dead if they come in here right?' She asked, looking up at Mike who nodded sadly.

'Hey, look.' Mercedes said from behind them. She had found another door that led outside, everyone smiling at her as they joined her by it. Mike pulled it open and their hearts sank. Boarded up, from wall to ceiling, with planks of wood. It had four nails in each plank, rusted in place after years of not being touched.

'Shit!' Tina said, but then looking back at the others she felt some relief. 'Look, their out.' She smiled. Everyone else happy as they watched as Blaine and Kurt disappeared into the trees along with everyone else. Now they needed to focus on themselves. Suddenly, a voice came from behind them.

'Well, well, well, what do we have here?' He said, all of them turning around in surprise. There was someone standing in the doorway, but he looked like a regular guy so the other two Mike saw were still out in the living room. If you can call it a living room, but whatever. Mike swallowed nervously as he stepped in front of the girls, it was his job to protect them and he was going to.

'We.. Our car broke down.' He told the man. 'We knocked but no one was home so we…'

'You thought you'd come in and help your self? Is that it?' The man walked towards them, his appearance resembling the man at the gas station almost identically.

'No, no sir, we just wanted to use your phone and then we were going to leave.' Mercedes helped Mike out, the man turning his gaze on her.

'Is that right?' He asked, all of them nodding as Brittany gripped onto Santana tighter. 'Well as you can probably gather, my brothers and I do not have a telephone.' He said, and they could hear his southern accent more clearly as he stepped further towards them.

'We understand.' Mike tried to smile at him. 'So, we'll just be on our way.'

'Woah now boy.' The man put his hands up. 'I feel terribly responsible, for not being able to help you lovely kids out.' He grinned. 'I insist that you join me and my family for dinner. It's the least we can do.' Santana nudged Mike in the back as if to say 'no fucking way' but there was nothing they could do. The man had them cornered against a boarded up door, and his freaks of brothers were right out there waiting. They were trapped. And Mike thought the best thing to do would be to play along until they got their chance to make a break for it.

'That's very kind.' Mike smiled. 'We'd love to.'

'Wonderful.' The man grinned again, spitting something out of his mouth and onto the floor. 'Boys!' He called back. 'We have company!'