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Chapter Five

"Ahh, it's great to be home!" said Stanley with a wide grin on his face. He took in a deep breath and exhaled. He turned to his brother who wore a worried look and rolled his eyes, "What's with that face bro? Doc said I'm fine."

Stanford looked down and sighed, "I know. It's just…"

"Quit yer worryin'. Look how about we go to the diner to get some grub? Fresh air might do the both of us good and I'm sure seein' Sue will cheer ya up!"

Stanford blushed, "Are you not going to let that go?"

Stanley chuckled and gave his brother's back a slap, "Nope! It's hilarious to see you get uncomfortable whenever she's around!"

"I have a kid Stanley."

"And an ex-wife. Look, you don't have to feel bad about seein' other girls. I know you and Julie had a thing but… but that's over now. You deserve to find someone who can make you happy," said Stanley as he gave his brother's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Stanford smiled at his twin, "Stan."

His brother suddenly leaned forward and whispered mischievously, "And I read what you wrote in your journal about tryin' to find a way to get girls to like ya!"

"LEE!" Stanford blushed a deeper shade of red and tried to smack his brother who leaped back and ran off to his room, laughing all the way, "Seriously, you're so immature at times!"

The phone suddenly rang and Stanford quickly strode over to answer, "Hello? Oh Tina! What's going on? I see… I understand. No, it's alright. You just make sure he gets his rest. I'll probably stop by later to see how he- you sure? Alright. How's Tate? That's good. Okay, if you need anything give me a call and I'll see what I can do to be of help. Goodbye and take care."

"That McGucket?" asked Stanley as he returned wearing a fresh change of clothes and his black leather jacket thrown on.

"Tina actually. She said Fiddleford is down with the flu so he won't be around for a few days if not weeks."

"The flu huh? That reminds me, fall is almost over. We gotta stock up for winter," said Stanley as he tugged at his jacket.

"I need to check my lab first before we go. I might need to get something in town," said Stanford as he walked away.

Stanley shrugged then went to the kitchen and he cringed at the sight of the pile of dirty plates and mugs in the sink and on the counter. He checked the refrigerator and the cabinets, making mental notes of things they need to buy. After that, he took off his jacket with a huff and began cleaning the pile of plates, "Dude really need to do his chores… this is why I can't leave him on his own."

When he was almost done his brother walked in, "Stan! You don't have to do that! I planned to wash them myself!"

Stanley raised his brows skeptically, "Uh-huh, that there is a lie. You don't like doing the dishes and it's been my job. That's why we have a mountain of dirty plates and mugs here. And what the hell have you been eating man? Don't tell me you only have some pancakes and coffee while I wasn't around."

Stanford pouted and crossed his arms, "Of course not."

"Let me guess. Bacon, sausages and eggs?"

Stanley sighed when he saw the pink tinge on his twin's cheeks, "Okay, we are definitely going to the diner and you are going to order something healthy. You're putting on weight bro, time to change your diet!"

"I'm not fat!" said Stanford indignantly.

"You look chubby bro. Like when we were kids. Remember? We were a pair of chubby twins and the ladies just can't keep their hands away from our cheeks."

Stanford narrowed his eyes and stuck out his lower lips, "I'm not chubby!"

Stanley turned away from his brother to hide his amused grin, "And I think you should get back to boxing. It's good exercise and you know, chicks dig guys who got nice muscles. Wargh!?"

He nearly dropped the plate he was holding when he felt a jab at his side. He glared at Stanford who was grinning widely, "You better shut yer yapp or you're gonna get some!"

Stanley made a face, "Don't you dare or I'll smack you with this plate!"

Stanford backed off with his hands up as surrender. He laughed, "I can't believe I forgot how ticklish you are!"

His twin grumbled as he quickly returned to washing the plates. Stanford grinned and grabbed a towel. He began wiping the plates dry and helped put them back up in the cabinets. The twins worked quietly together, enjoying each other's company. When the last dirty plate was washed spotless and dried, Stanley wiped his hands dry. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on, "Alright that's done. Ready to go bro?"

Stanford smiled, "Yeah. I can't believe you delayed our lunch just to clean all those plates!"

Stanley made a face, "You know I hate to-"

"Clean Freak!"

"There's nothing wrong with being a clean freak. You wouldn't be able to find your things if I didn't clean up your lab once in a while."

"Hey, I may be messy but my mess are organized."

"Yeah right. Tell me where you put that book you borrowed from the library that you're supposed to return the day after tomorrow?"

Stanford paused and stared at him with wide eyes, "What book?"

Stanley shrugged, "Something about space traveling?"

"Oh… OOOH! I totally forgot I have it!"

His brother shook his head, "See? If you put it somewhere you can see you'd remember you have it!"

"Alright, alright! You have a point!"

"And this is another reason why you need a woman in your life!"

"Will you drop that already?!"

The door clicked shut behind the brothers leaving the cabin in serene silence. From the shadows, a golden eye stared at the closed door. It then faded in the darkness.

The country song from the jukebox was heard as the bothers stepped into Greasy's Diner. The bell above the door gave a happy jingle. The dinner was nearly full but Stanley spotted an empty seat at the far back and led his brother there. He slid onto the bench and his brother sat opposite him. He smirked at the nervous look on his twin's face and it turned to a grin when he saw Susan, "Hey Susan!"

The woman smiled brightly at them, a hand sweeping at her brunette hair that was done in a tight bun, "Hey boys! What can I getcha?"

Stanford tensed, "Uhh… umm…"

"I'll take number five, no mayo. Poindexter will get number eight. Make sure you give him extra veggies aye?"

Susan nodded as she scribbled on her notepad, "Got it, drinks?"

"Orange juice."

The young woman raised her brows and Stanley only grin, "Winter's coming so… yeah. Gotta make sure we got some immune boost!"

Susan giggled, "Alrighty. I'll be back with your orders!"

The brothers watched her sauntered off. Stanford yelped when his brother kicked his shin, "Ow! What the Hell?"

Stanley sighed, "At this rate, you're gonna have to wait another five, no, ten years before getting laid. That was bad flirting bro."

Stanford blushed and glared at his twin, "Stanley."

"I can't remember... were you this bad with Julie before? How'd you two end up together anyway?"

Stanford sighed and palmed his face, "You set us up on a blind date, remember?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Here ya go! Two orange juice," said Susan as she placed the two tall glasses of orange juice in front of both men. She turned to Stanford and winked, "I'll be back with your lunch!"

Stanley snickered at his brother's stiff nod and awkward smile. His attention was then moved to a tall pale man with pale blond hair sitting at the booth across him. The man's cold dark eyes met his before they looked down and Stanley felt chills running down his spine.

"Lee? Earth to Lee!"

Stanley blinked and turned his attention to his brother, "Uhh, yeah?"

"I asked you if we should go home and visit ma and pa for Christmas this year."

"Yeah, sounds like a good plan," said Stanley distractedly as he looked behind his brother but the tall man was gone.

Stanford looked over his shoulder, "What is it?"

"Nothing. Oh, hey. Food's here!"

Susan placed their plates down, "Here ya go! Enjoy your lunch boys!"

Stanford looked down at his plate and grimaced, "You ordered me a salad?"

Stanley grinned as he picked up his burger, "Yeah, you need those after more than a week of eating meat and junk."

"And you don't?" asked Stanford raising a brow.

His twin pointed at his burger, "This has everything!"

"A burger is not a healthy choice either bro. With whatever-"

"Stop right there. I don't want to hear you jabber on about the contents of a patty and other stuff. Burgers are awesome. Now eat your rabbit food."

Stanford pouted as he picked up his fork, "This is so unfair."

"Life ain't fair brother. Deal with it. Ow!" he yelped when his brother kicked his shin. The brothers ate their food with a few words thrown in between. Topics about winter holiday plan and other things being discussed. Once they were done Stanley non-too-gently pushed his brother to the cashier counter. Susan beamed at him, "That'll be $16.50."

Stanford fumbled with his wallet and he took out twenty dollars. His hand was shaky as he handed her the money. Susan smiled, "So, how's your work?"

"Uhhh, it's going well. T-though we have to delay some things for a bit since the Professor is sick."

The woman nodded, "You boys going anywhere for the winter?"

"We were planning to go back to our hometown. Visiting our folks," Stanley piped in.

"I see. Well, have a great day!" said Susan as she gave Stanford back his change with a small piece of paper with her number scribbled on it. She winked at him and he blushed. Stanley steered his brother away, "Thanks Sue!"

"Come back anytime boys!"

When they stepped out of the diner, Stanford stumbled when his twin slapped his back, "Congrats bro! Ya better give her a call later!"

"You seem to love hitting me today. What is it? Hit your brother to show affection day?" Stanford deadpanned.

Stanley laughed and slung his arm over his brother's shoulder, "Oh you know me! That's just how I show my love and support for you bro!"

The brothers stopped when they heard frantic yelling. They saw a small crowd of people in front of the police station. They looked at each other, then jogged over to see what the ruckus was about. It was one of Courderoy's men who was making the ruckus. He was covered in scratches and he was terrified, "I told you! Something in the woods killed Mac! It was fast and just came out of nowhere, grabbed him and then they were gone in the woods! I tried to help b-but I couldn't! That thing teared him to shreds! I saw him everywhere! Everywhere I tell you!"

"Are you sure it's not a bear?" asked a townsfolk fearfully.

"THAT AIN'T A BEAR!" screamed the man.

A woman spoke nervously, "What should we do? Should we leave town?"

"I knew messing with the woods is dangerous. Someone should tell Northwest to stop expanding!" said an elderly man.

"Please, calm down everyone," said the Sheriff.

"Calm down?! How can we stay calm if those, those things in the woods gets closer to town?! Didn't any of you notice?!"

The Sheriff raised his hand, "Alright, listen ya'll. We change the curfew, no one comes out after seven in the evening! Spread the words. I'll go talk with the mayor and we'll make an announcement about any further changes on the radio."

The crowd slowly dispersed and the panicked lumberjack was still standing in front of the station on shaky legs. Stanley approached the man, "Hey man, you gonna be alright?"

The man looked at him with wide eyes, "You think I'll be alright after seeing what happened to Mac?"

"Can you tell us which part of the woods you guys were?"

The man flinched and his fists clenched and unclenched, "W-why do you want to know?"

Stanford gave his brother a look, "Well, you may not know us but we live in a cabin in the woods. East from here."

The man's eyes widened, "T-that's where most of them are! T-those monsters in the woods! They're mostly there! A-and the lake!"

"The lake huh?" said Stanford thoughtfully.

"Anyway, you better go home pal. Or see a doctor and get yourself checked," said Stanley as he gave the man's shoulder a gentle squeeze. He could feel the man shaking like a leaf. The man nodded slowly, "I… I really should go…"

The twins watched him walked away. Stanley leaned toward his brother, "What's in your mind bro?"

"Remember that thing in the lake? I had a hunch the reason my compass went haywire was that there could be some sort of energy interference. What if there was a portal nearby? And those monsters came from the portal?"

"You wanna go check it out?"

Stanford looked at his brother with worry, "Let's do that tomorrow. I mean you just got out of the hospital."

Stanley opened his mouth to argue then clicked it shut. He sighed, "Alright. Now, let's go buy some groceries and stock up."

The next day, the brothers were ready for their investigation. Stanford had a backpack with some supplies on his back while Stanley only equipped himself with weapons he could carry like a handgun, an army knife, a machete and his brass knuckles. He shrugged when Stanford gave him a look, "What? If the cops asked I'll say it's for self-defense! Which is not a lie by the way."

Stanford sighed, "Okay, if you're ready let's go."

Stanley grinned and followed his brother. The brothers walked quietly, ears strained to listen to anything that would catch them off guard. Stanley walked behind his brother. He felt tensed and had the nagging feeling that they were being watched. He looked around cautiously. After nearly an hour of walking, Stanford suddenly stopped and he raised a hand. Stanley tensed and raised his fists defensively.

"I think this is where they got attacked," said Stanford as he walked into a clearing.

Stanley lowered his fists and followed his brother. As he stepped foot into the clearing, a sudden chill washed over him, "You feel that?"

"Feel wha-AAAAAH!" Stanford was flung into the air and he landed on the dirt clearing, dusts flying around him.

"FORD!?" yelled Stanley as he ran toward his brother but stopped when a ghostly image of a woman appeared in front of him. Her pale image flickered between a beautiful young woman to a gory image of her with blood trailing down her neck and a bleeding bullet hole on her forehead. She reached out her arms toward him and Stanley flew into the air and hit a tree. She flickered and disappeared.

"It's a vengeful spirit!?" yelled Stanford as he got up.

Stanley groaned as he sat up. He looked up in time to see a pair of ghostly children staring at him with blood trailing down their eyes and necks, "Shit… Vengeful spirits!"

Welp, leaving this as a cliffhanger. The first half of this chapter has too much bromance fluff! Will post the next chapter sometime this weekend if I could make it. The past 3 weeks has been quite hectic and I was swamped with work and stuff! Please leave a review and motivate me *winks*.

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