Chapter 11
"Maxine Caulfield!? Wait..who?"
Rebecca, unfamiliar with the photography world, doesn't recognize the name Maxine Caulfield but Roger seems to know who she is.
"Maxine Caulfield! One of the most well-known photographers in the world! I think she's retired now but she was pretty big years ago. I can't believe she's the one who saved Kate Marsh from committing suicide! She's one of the girls in your visions Rebecca... well according to you. I did see a 'Maxine Caulfield' on the list of survivors but I thought it was a different person . What does she have to do with that storm though? I wonder." Roger puts a finger on his chin and thinks to himself.
"Rebecca, are you really sure that brown hair girl in your nightmares looks like and is Maxine Caulfield?"
"No question about it Steph. Can you tell me more about her Roger? Other than that she's a photographer?"
"Of course Rebs. Well, according to her wikipedia and her website, she was born in Arcadia Bay and attended Blackwell Academy and studied photography. After the storm though, it destroyed the school and she was forced to move somewhere else without any money and resources. She lost everything in the storm except for a few friends and her lifelong partner Chloe Price. Oh there's that name again! After years of working shitty jobs and attending community college and all, she finally got success in the field of photography ,her lifelong passion. She later married her partner Chloe Price and now reside in Seattle, Washington. Despite being a public figure, she's free from controversy and usually keeps to herself. She declines almost any interview and has no social media accounts. So other than telling you about her photography success, there's not much about her online. She's rather a shy person, only going out in public when she has to.
Chloe Price and Maxine Caulfield...the names of the two girls. Maxine is the author of this journal and took these photos. Chloe Price...is the daughter of the diner waitress who perished in the storm. She's the one with blue hair. Alright Rebecca, you now know their identities. What are you doing to do about it?
"Roger...so they live in Seattle?"
"Currently yes. So...Rebecca..what are we going to do about this? Maxine Caulfield is clearly the author of the diary. All those photos we found. She took them. It makes complete sense. I'm looking up miss Chloe Price under Chloe Caulfield and looks like she's some sort of executive in a healthcare company in Seattle. They are a very pretty successful couple."
"I'm not sure yet Roger. I mean...what can I do? Any ideas? Steph?"
"I have no idea Rebs. This is all pretty strange. I believe it's your call. You're the one with the visions after all."
"I agree with Stephanie. I don't have much of an input either. You're in charge of what to do about this discovery. You can count on us for support though!"
"Thank you guys. Yeah, I'm afraid that it's truly up to me to decide what to do. However, I'm as clueless as you two are. I mean...I can't just report them to the police. On what evidence? No, there must be a better way to approach this. Listen guys, you better promise me that you won't tell ANYONE about this. Please do not share this with anybody else unless I approve it! We don't know who we're dealing with. They could be...skinwalkers, witches, monsters, aliens, or some superhuman people. I don't know. There is something about them that is strange. Please! I know I'm acting paranoid but...for our safety...keep this to ourselves. Ok? Please!?"
Stephanie and Roger nod their heads in approval and they give each other fist bumps.
"You can count on me Rebs."
"Same here. This is our going to be our secret. You're right...we might be dealing with people with voodoo magic or something. Take your time Rebecca...I'll see what else I can dig up on the internet about all of this."
"Thank you Roger. Steph, can I have all the readable diary entries? I want to take them home and go over them."
"Sure thing. Are you leaving now Rebs? We're still suppose to be in school right now you know."
"No worries, my parents aren't going to care that I ditched school and I do just want to go back to my room and think about all of this. It's been a long day. I need some time to myself because graduation is tomorrow and our trip to Reno is as well. "
"I completely forgotten about going to Reno! Thanks for reminding me! I still have to pack and go out shopping! Sorry Roger but you can't stay here. Need to go out to get some things ready before our trip."
"Steph the procrastinator! Yeah right! The real reason you want me to leave is so you can chat with your internet boyfriend! " Roger jokingly says.
"Internet boyfriend?" Rebecca curiously asks.
"Yeah, didn't Steph tell you? She met a guy a month ago from Seattle online. He's also our age and is going to U-Dub as well!"
"Shut up Roger!" Stephanie blushes and pinches Roger.
"So it's true? Hey Steph! Who's he? What's his name? Is he really your 'internet' boyfriend?"
"Sorry Rebs, I wanted it to be a surprise. Thanks to Mr. Nosey here, the surprise is ruined. Anyways, no we're not officially dating or anything. I do...like...him...he seems to be my type. I can talk to him for hours...he's so down to earth! He's going to U-Dub since he lives in Seattle. We're suppose to meet on the first day of college. I honestly can't wait! He seems to be into me as well...His name is William!"
"That's great Steph! I'm happy for you. I didn't know you were the type of girl who would be into online dating...but then again...we both don't have any interest in any guy from our school. Maybe that's why I have been single for a while...hey Steph is he hot?"
"He's finneeeee Rebs."
"Can I see a picture of him?"
"Sure! Sorry Roger...girl talk."
"Yeah. Whatever. See you guys. Take care Rebecca."
Roger, looking visibly upset, walks out from Stephanie's house and drives off. Meanwhile, Stephanie shows a seflie picture of William to Rebecca. He is a tall, blue-eyed, blonde guy with an athletic built. Rebecca nods in approval.
"You weren't kidding...he is hot! Damn! He plays football? He's not a jock right?"
"No way! I wouldn't fall for a jock you know that! Yes, he plays football but he's not an asshole! He is so full of life Rebs...it's amazing. He's sweet and gentle but at the same tough and brave when he needs to be. Well...so far at least. He didn't call it a date...but we are going to meet on the first of college. Hopefully, he's great as he looks and acts online. I already said this but I can't wait to meet him!"
"You better introduce him to me once you guys meet!"
"Of course I will. Don't you dare try to steal him away from me Rebecca! Just like when you stole Tyler Pyster from me in the 6th grade!" Stephanie points at Rebecca in a joking matter. Both of them share a laugh.
"You still haven't forgotten about Tyler? I didn't care for him at all. I didn't even try. I friendzone'd him immediately. What did you see in him again?"
"He was cute...at least I thought so."
"Right. No worries Steph. I would never do something like that to my best friend. No way."
"I know you wouldn't Rebs."
Rebecca gathers everything and prepares to leave. Stephanie turns on her computer and opens up skype.
Hmm...I guess Roger was right. She's really into this guy. She's one lucky girl I must admit. I better find a guy like that when I go to college. All this Arcadia Bay stuff has really distracted me from graduation, the Reno trip, and of course college. Damn, now that I really think about it... This is a lot of things to worry about for a girl my age. I think I should really put the Arcadia Bay stuff aside...at least for now. Because the real world isn't going to stop just because of my personal problems. I have a lot of real life shit to worry about.
"See you in Graduation Steph!"
"See you Rebecca. Text me if you need anything. Relax and chill for today. Big day tomorrow. Take care!"
"Thank you!"
As Rebecca is about to get leave Stephanie's room, she receives a phone call from an unknown number. She answers it immediately, thinking it might be from her school or from a local pet shop she applied for a part-time job.
"Hello?"
A distorted and monstrous voice starts to speak.
"You have done a terrible mistake Rebecca. A terrible mistake!"
"W-what? Who's this!? Hello?!"
"Death awaits you Rebecca. You shouldn't have gone there...your...dear...parents are-"
The phone call gets disconnected. Rebecca is shaking from fear and begins to feel empty and heartbroken. Stephanie notices and approaches Rebecca and puts her arm over Rebecca.
"What's wrong Rebs? Who was it?"
"I-I-I don't know Steph! It was an unknown number. It was a fucking scary man's voice telling me I did a terrible mistake and something about my parents. He knew my name!"
"What the hell? That's creepy as fuck! It's probably a prank caller or something. Don't act so-"
Rebecca cuts her off and pushes Stephanie aside.
"I'm sorry, but it was so damn...scary! I have to go home now! I feel something terrible has happened to my parents! I can't sense their presence or feelings..."
"Call your parents! Check on them!"
Rebecca calls her parents in a panic but neither of them pick up after multiple attempts.
"There's something wrong. They should be home right now. They almost always pick up unless their at work or traveling. I have to go Steph! NOW!"
"Right! Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, that's not necessary! I'll tell you what happened, if anything! Goodbye!"
Rebecca sprints from the house and drives off towards her house, driving nearly 80 MPH and passing through red lights. On her way, she gets a call back from her mother. Immediately relieved, she pulls over and picks up the call. However, she is quickly overwhelmed by fear and anxiety again.
"Hello! Mom! Are you guys ok?"
"Hello m'am...is this Rebecca Styles? Daughter of Teresa Styles and George Styles?"
It is not her mother. It is a middle age man's voice.
"WHO IS THIS!? WHERE"S MY MOM!? WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
"This is Officer James of the Portland Police Bureau. Something terrible has happened to your parents. I would recommend coming home as soon as possible. I'm so terribly sorry."
Rebecca drops her phone in shock and speeds off towards her home, fearing the worst.