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Courtney POV

Sylvia made me, Sarah, and Riley clean up the basement. She locked us in and we couldn't leave until the basement was well cleaned. She was kind enough to give us some light so we could see. I swept dust out of the corners and then decided to scrub the floors. I looked the other way and saw Riley and Sarah looking at the toys in the box.

"We're supposed to be cleaning up." I said aggravated.

Riley looked at me annoyed.

"Why don't you chill? She isn't coming back no time soon..." He said in his normal attitude like voice.

"Whatever. If you want to be stuck in a cage for three days, then fine." I said continuing to clean.

He interrupted me from my house work, asking me a question.

"Were these your toys?" he asked showing me the dolls.

"No…Those been there since I was 9…I don't know who those belonged to."

He gave me a suspicious look. "Well if this isn't for you and it isn't for Sarah, then that means she's had a child before...most likely a girl…I wonder what happened to her.."

I shrugged my shoulders and kept cleaning.

"How can you not wonder about this stuff?" he asked. I sighed annoyed as he continued to run his mouth.

"Obviously she's had a kid before, but they're not here, so you know what that means?-It means your psycho fake mother probably killed the child..or got tired of it and just decided to let the child die. She'll probably kill us too when she's tired of us and decides to get some NEW kids.

"Riley...can you please just clean up the basement? You're seriously going to get us in trouble if we're not finished."

He walked away and put the dolls back in the box, picking up a broom afterwards to sweep up, but he still continued to looked around as if he were trying to solve clues to a mystery.

RILEY P.O.V.

After all that hard work of cleaning the filthy basement, we got nothing in return, but a trip back to our rooms to be isolation. I sat on the mattress staring at the wall which was probably for a couple hours, but it seemed like forever. All I could do was silently think of some way I could get out of this place. I heard someone unlocking my door. I didn't even bother to turn my head to see who it was, but from the corner of my eye, I could it see it was that old bitch again. She walked in front of me with two bags in her hand. I looked up and noticed her smiling.

"Raymond, Your father and I went out and bought you some lovely clothes" She said pulling out a lame ass red button up shirt. "Doesn't it look nice?" She asked.

I didn't respond, just silently thought how psychotic this bitch really was.

She pulled out some more cheesy looking clothes. "This would look really nice on you" she said, showing me a brown v-neck sweater. "Do you like your clothes, Raymond?"

I turned my head the other way, not responding.

"Face my direction and answer me when I'm talking to you, Raymond."

I cut my eyes as i turned towards her. "For the last time, I told you my name ain't no fuckin Raymond. You got me locked in this fuckin room like a wild animal, the least you could do, is call me by my name."

"Hmph." she said folding her arms. "You have a dirty mouth. I think I might just have to do something about that." I watched her as she made her way out of the room. I could hear her locking the door from the outside. About 5 minutes later, Mrs. Stinefield came back inside of the room with a butcher's knife. Mr. Stinefield followed behind her. I noticed he had handcuffs in his hand. I didn't show my fear on the outside, but on the inside, I was wondering what the fuck was about to happen.

"What's going on?" I asked nervously.

Mr. Stinefield walked over to me as I sat on the mattress. "Stand up!" he said raising his voice. I got off the mattress. We stood face to face. "Don't make a move, unless I tell you to." He said. He began to put handcuffs on me, which tightly clasped on my wrists. My heart was beginning to race, just wondering what these fucking weirdos were up to.

"Stand against the wall" Mrs. Stinefield ordered.

I did what she said and watched her as she walked over to me. She brought the knife close to my face as she stood an inch away from me. She was so close, I could feel her breath crawling on my skin.

"Open your mouth." She said.

"For what?" I asked confused.

"OPEN YOUR MOUTH." She said even louder.

I did as I was told.

"Now stick your tongue out"

I shook my head silently.

"That wasn't a question. It was a command. Stick out your tongue and don't make me say it again."

My hands began to shake out of nervousness. I prayed silently that this woman wouldn't do anything crazy, but it seemed like my luck was running short. I took a deep breath and stuck my tongue out. She grabbed it with her nasty fingers, bringing the knife on the tip of my tongue. My heart was pounding as she moved the knife against it, but it wasn't hard enough to draw blood.

"Raymond, I try to be a good mother to you and you constantly push me away, using your filthy words with that filthy mouth of yours. Should I do something to get rid of that filthy mouth—maybe I should cut out that dirty tongue of yours, so you can't speak."

She took the knife off my tongue, tracing her fingers on the blade back and forth. "All you have to do is abide by my rules, Raymond…and if you can't follow the rules…you'll just have to disappear, just like the others."

I was too scared to speak. Usually, I'm the type of person to fear nothing, but these people were beyond scary. They were demonic.

"So what do you have to say for yourself, Raymond?" she asked.

I finally composed myself enough to speak. "I'm sorry…I won't disrespect you again."

She smiled at me, stroking her wrinkly old hand against my face. "That's a good boy." She said, kissing my forehead. I cringed on the inside, just the feeling of her disgusting lips on my skin made my stomach turn.

Huey Freeman POV

My brother had been missing for days, the house was gloomy as ever, since my mother had been crying her eyes out constantly and my grandfather not being able to sleep from worrying. I felt like I had to be the strong member of the family. I wasn't going to sit here and mourn. Even though we filed a police report, I took the opportunity to do my own little investigation. I also posted "Missing Posters" around Woodcrest. I drove around the neighborhood, questioning some people. A man said he noticed a boy hanging around an old Victorian house who fit the description of Riley.

I drove around a few more blocks and noticed an old Victorian home. An old lady was watering her plants. I decided to park a few cars down, so she wouldn't be able to identify my car. I brought a copy of the missing poster that I made for Riley and made my way to the house. She stopped watering her plants when she noticed me walking up to the porch.

She greeted me with a smile. "May I help you young man?"

"Yes, you can actually. I was wondering have you seen this boy around?" I asked, showing her the poster of Riley.

She retrieved the poster from me, squinting her eyes as she studied the picture. "I don't believe I have" She said shaking her head. "It's such a shame how these kids go missing these days. If I find out anything, I promise to give you a call."

"Thanks." I said about to make my way down the steps.

"It's so hot out here. Would you like something to drink before you leave?" She asked stopping me in my tracks.

"No thanks, I'm fine" I said.

I made my way back to my car. I looked at her for a few seconds through my window and noticed her making her way back in the house. I sensed that something was off about this lady and I was going to figure it out.