A/N: I FREAKING SUCK! I KNOW I DO, I SUCK I SUCK I SUCK. IT TOOK ME ALMOST A YEAR TO UPDATE AND I APOLOGIZE. I WILL MAKE SURE TO KEEP THESE THINGS GOING. I AM SO TERRIBLE FOOOOORGIIIIIIIVE MEEEEEE!

Anyway, I am back :) Probably because THERE WILL BE A SINISTER TWO! IT'S FREAKIN' IN PRODUCTION NOW! And I decided that continuing this story will keep me in satisfaction as well as you guys who also have to wait for the next movie to come out!

Side-note concerning this story right here: I have finally used a suggestion from one of you Bughuulies and I will list this person's name in the Bughuulies section at the end of this chapter.

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Chapter Ten:

Bughuul

"You're insane," Jack retorted.

"Let's not forget that she isn't the one who is taking children and murdering their families," Isabelle defended.

"The only one who can heal her is Mr. Boogie, so let's just get the punishment over with now." Some of the children appeared concerned and fearful of the thought.

Ashley considered it thoroughly, however. "I think that's a good idea. We can explain we were just having a bit of fun." "Like he'll believe that," Jack smirked at Ashley.

"Maybe we should just bash that rock into Isabelle's head and he won't have time to worry about Stephanie because he will be too busy with his princess," he mocked.

"It makes sense when you think about it," she muttered feeling alone, but barely loud enough for anyone to hear. "Uh-oh...I think he's back. Maybe we should actually go along with what Jack said and hurt Isabelle enough for him to not get angry about Stephanie."

Isabelle went wide-eyed, surprised Ashley thought that preposterous notion was a good idea. The rest of the children also felt his presence and began to tremble, turning their eyes to Issy for help. Sadly, Isabelle found delay in coming up with ideas and excuses. Then again, she wasn't supposed to be a part of this in the first place. Why should she be the one to come up with anything? She didn't even know the creature well enough to know what to say or what would work. Isabelle felt a pang of guilt in her heart seeing at all the children looking to her for guidance that she couldn't give. "How badly does your ankle hurt now, Stephanie?" Isabelle asked.

The little one shrugged, "Not too bad, I guess."

"Do you think you can walk properly?" Stephanie shook her head, a tear sliding down from her cheek. She wasn't crying over her injury now, however. The little girl feared for her friends. "You guys go on. I can stay with Isabelle."

"Now you're the insane one," Jack spoke, "We aren't leaving you behind. Not only would you be screwed but so would we be."

Stephanie might have been the youngest, but she had come up with the best idea.

"No," Isabelle began, "Steph is right. You all go on and maybe postpone any confrontations we will have with this Mr. Boogie and I will continue to tend to her ankle. She can't move much or it won't heal properly. If he does come, I think I can handle the two of us."

The majority agreed and vanished. Though Ashley was quite hesitant at first, she gave one last look at the little girl and the young woman and vanished with the rest. Isabelle sighed, getting up from her seat, then sitting down next to the injured child. She probed her ankle gently asking what areas hurt and which hurt intensely. The end result was properly a large bruise from a severed artery at best. "Would you like to rest in a comfy bed? I can turn on a movie or something."

Stephanie finally smiled, enjoying the idea of comfort and visual aid. She couldn't remember the last time she had laid in a nice, warm bed. When Isabelle carried her to the master bedroom and placed her under the covers, Stephanie felt more at home than she ever had. The little girl smiled up at her, "I wish I had my own bed."

The young woman stopped for a moment, examining the happiness on the girl's face. For quite some time she had seen each child in only bits of delightment that fleeted just as soon as it came. There wasn't any telling where they went or where they slept or if they ate at all or conversed with others outside of one another. It wasn't likely they had a home. No place of shelter to run to. No one to watch over them but the creature who murdered their families in cold blood. Isabelle felt a strong wave of sorrow wash over her and a desire to help the little children; every single one of them.

An idea suddenly popped into her head.

Grabbing a notebook and a pen from her side table, she opened to a fresh page, sat herself next to Stephanie who was enwrapped in the show that was on, and began looking up local stores with cheap furniture.

Just as she had a brilliant idea to make the children feel at home in her house, the idea was crushed when she realized how tight her budget was. With all the bills and necessities, there wasn't enough to go around for a few beds for the children. She had hopes that she could give each of them a room; there was enough to go around in that house. Especially with a single person living in it. Though the first idea was a no-go, another was thought of. She just needed to buy a few more blankets and pillows. The Walmart in town had a bunch on sale. If those huge, wool blankets could get any cheaper, she would be very surprised.

It was just yesterday that Stephanie hurt her ankle. For a couple of hours, she had forgotten all about the others and simply enjoyed the girl's company. However, when Stephanie felt his presence, she immediately vanished. None of them had returned to her, hwich made her anxious because she wished to know what had gone on with them, but there really wasn't much she could do to figure it out.

"Having a sleep over or do you just love blankets and pillows?" the young cashier asked, smiling.

"Well, one can never have enough blankets and pillows," Isabelle smiled. The majority of the time, she would love to converse with people; however, today wasn't the day. She really wanted to get home and put her plan into action.

"$47.30…$2.70 is your change. Have a nice day."

Isabelle smiled, "You too."

The room she chose was twice as big as the master bedroom, though it didn't contain a bathroom of any sorts except the two that were across the hall. Only one contained a bathtub. A whole half of the room was completely covered in blankets piled three inches thick (not including the comforter and sheet that would be used to go over the children to warm them). Many pillows lined the homemade bed. It was a cool looking nest, and there was no doubt it would be warm too. Isabelle grew excited. Now all she had to do was wait for children to reappear again.

How long would she have to wait?

Looking at the clock, it was nearing her bedtime. School was in the morning and she would need the energy to focus. Sighing, Isabelle decided to finally change into pajamas and go to bed. However, it seemed like ages until she actually fell asleep.

Fortunately, when she woke the next morning, she was fairly energized. She woke early enough to make herself a few cinnamon pancakes and to check every room for the children. There was even time left over for her to sit and read.

When she arrived at school, the staff fussed over her making sure she was alright from the nasty fall she took. Some even had the balls to suggest it was the ghosts of the Oswalt family telling her to get out of the house before it was "too late". At first Isabelle was arrogant enough to think them stupid for thinking such nonsense, but then she remembered that she had seen it all, and then some. Ghost stories made much more sense than deities falling in love with you average every-day people.

The principal seemed to take sympathy on her and not request to have lunch together. Thank goodness for that. She could barely focus on what her students were saying.

"Uh, Miss Jennings? Are you listening?" a girl named Hanna asked.

Issy snapped out of it, "Sorry, Hanna, please continue."

It didn't matter what the girl was talking about during her presentation, Isabelle couldn't get those children out of her head. She feared for them. What was going on with them? Why hadn't they come back for so long? Were they in trouble?

Then there was also the rock that smashed through her window. What was that about?

As soon as their presentations were over (God only knows what they were about. She would have to give them all As since she wasn't paying any attention.) she drove home and took the rock from the drawer in her nightstand. She examined the message and tried to remember if she noticed a vehicle or people around when it was thrown. Sadly, she couldn't remember any specifics.

After a few more moments of vain examination, she set the rock back down and went to her living room to read again. For a few seconds she considered inviting Trevor over, bu she noticed his cheap car was gone, so she decided otherwise.

Every word on the pages seemed to simply be a blur. It had been two days now and not even a sign from Ashley had come. She would have expected at least some substance from her.

If she watched another video would that make them appear again? What if she watched the Oswalt's video; would Ashley know if she did? What if she bashed a rock against her skull? Would that bring the creature so she could interrogate him?

Wow, she thought, I'm either Bella who really wants to see her Edward or I really need to go out and enjoy some real, human company. She preferred not think herself as someone as atrocious as a character from a teen fantasy book or whatever type it was. She cursed to herself, this stupid situation is going to drive me straight to the asylums.

She shook her head. She refused to sink so low as to do any kind of harming to herself to make sure the children were alright. The accident hadn't been any of their fault. Not only that, but it had been years that they have been with him. If he would do anything serious, wouldn't he have done it by now?

Walking into the kitchen and peering out the window, she saw that Trevor was still gone.

Alright, Dinner for one then.

There were a couple nights after the first when they had sat down for dinner to eat a meal. In fact, it was nearly every night since the last. She was so used to popping by or him coming over that it was habit. Now, it was just weird that he was gone. He had his own business that he operated from home, so he didn't need to (and wouldn't in the first place) go out; he was basically a shut-in. There wasn't any places she could think of that he liked going.

Wow, I really am getting lonely.

Right after Isabelle sat down to eat, she saw a faint movement and rattle from the window right next to the back door. Having been in many horror-full situations, she immediately thought the worst. But to be fair, it wasn't the wind because that wouldn't have erupted just the one window. Taking a knife she made her way quickly to the door. Without hesitation, she opened the door wide and stepped out into the cool night. The only fear left in her was the worry that she was truly turning into one of those idiots in horror movies that always made the wrong move and got slaughtered because of it.

In the distant, she saw a bench in a garden; or what was supposed to be a garden, but it hadn't been tended to for years and more she didn't care to flourish it. This bench was there when she got the house; however, a figure was sitting on the bench, its long cloak draped over the back. Many other smaller figures sat on the grass around it.

Isabelle's heart fell.

She heard murmurs, talking, but she couldn't hear anything from him. Were they talking among themselves? She wasn't quite sure what to think. Were they for him or against him? Was he evil...or was he, by some miracle of God, good?

Being brave, she approached. She had questions, and if he was going to torment her and the children, she deserved some answers.

When he finally acknowledged her from a few yards away, he took only a glance. That was enough to send shivers down her spine. His empty sockets where his eyes were supposed to be just appeared as endless black pits. Just as soon as he looks at her, his pallid face turns to the children (Ashley, Stephanie, Jack, and all the rest), and they vanish into the thin, cool air.

She was now all alone, with him: Bughuul.

BUGHUULIES:

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Thank you to all those who continue to read and especially those who take the time to review, I really really appreciate it. Especially since I've been gone for ages. I'm going to try and make sure my absence doesn't happen again.

I'm anxious to get this first chapter of a fresh start out to you guys, so this is going to be cut short. Hopefully, I'll get back into messaging you guys personally and getting into the reviews and comments so we can talk back and forth like we used to :)

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