Chapter Thirty-Seven
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A few hours later, they drove into Burkitsville. They cruised through the town, glancing at the buildings as they passed by. "So, where to?" Gillian asked as she slowed down when they came to the centre of the small town.
She pulled up on the kerb and they both stepped out into the light rain that was falling. "Let's ask around. See if anyone has seen him," Sally suggested.
Gillian nodded and they looked at the building beside them. The sign above the door read "Scotty's Café".
Walking forwards, Gillian pushed open the door, closely followed by Sally. The place was empty. "That's strange. I wonder where everyone is?" Gillian muttered, taking a step forward.
Suddenly, a man appeared from behind a door. "I'm sorry, we're closed," he told them, curtly.
"Oh, well, we were just looking for a friend of ours," Sally explained.
"Guy in his late 20's, short dark hair," she paused for a second. "He's kind of a dick," Gillian described Dean.
The man shook his head. "Sorry, haven't seen anyone like that around here," he replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to close up," he continued.
He ushered Sally and Gillian towards the door and closed it in their faces, without a backwards glance. "Huh, that was rude," Gillian said, bewildered.
"And weird. He's lying," Sally said.
"I know. Come on, let's take another look around," Gillian said, as she walked down a side alley beside the café. They came into an open area in the back and Gillian stopped.
"Look," she said, pointing to the corner. Sally looked over and saw Dean's Impala.
They walked towards the car and examined it. "Dean wouldn't just leave his car. He must be still here," Gillian said.
Suddenly, they heard a noise behind them. A group of people emerged from around the corner. Sally and Gillian recognised the man from the café. One of the men was pushing a girl forwards. She turned to the woman beside him.
"Aunt Stacey, Uncle Harley, please," she cried. Sally and Gillian ducked behind Dean's car. The group of people continued forward, not noticing them crouched behind the Impala.
"Why are you doing this?" the girl asked.
"For the common good," the woman replied. They walked towards a door that must have lead to a cellar in the ground and stopped in front of it. The woman looked around.
"Where's the sheriff?" she asked.
"Right here," came a reply. Sally and Gillian were horrified to hear that the voice came from behind them. Turning slowly, they came face to face with the sheriff a shotgun pointed at them both.
"We've got a couple of intruders," he said to the others.
"Get up," he ordered them. Sally and Gillian did as they were told.
"Who are you?" the sheriff asked them.
"They're looking for that guy," the man from the café told the other, jerking his head towards the door in the ground.
"Look, we don't know what's going on here, but all we want to know is where are friend is," Sally explained to them, raising her hands.
"Shut up," the sheriff said, jabbing the end of the shotgun into Sally's back.
"Hey, leave her alone," Gillian shouted, taking a step forwards.
The sheriff turned the gun on her. "Don't move," he ordered. The man holding onto the girl looked at the others.
"We don't have to sacrifice Emily. We can take one of them, instead," he said, gesturing towards Sally and Gillian.
The woman nodded. "Yes," she said.
"Wait a minute, sacrifice?" Gillian cried, looking around. "Who are you people?" she asked them.
"I think we should take her," the sheriff said, jabbing the gun into Gillian's back and pushing her forward.
"Hey," Sally cried out, stepping forward.
"Back off or I pull the trigger," the sheriff warned Sally, pushing the gun harder into Gillian's back. She winced as it pressed against her spine, painfully. Sally stopped and watched helplessly as the man from the café opened the wooden door and pushed Gillian down the stairs, slamming it shut and locking it.
He stood up and looked around. "Now, what do we do with her?" the woman asked, jabbing her finger at Sally.
"We'll deal with her later. For now, just bring her back to our house. We'll keep her with Emily," the man who was still holding onto the girl said. The sheriff grabbed Sally and steered her back down the alley, shoving her roughly into the back of a squad car.
She watched as they pushed the blonde girl in beside her. "Are you alright?" Sally asked her.
The girl nodded. "I don't know what's happening. My aunt and uncle just grabbed me and brought me here," she replied.
Sally glanced at the gold chain around the girls neck. It had her name in gold lettering on it. "You're Emily?" Sally asked.
The girl nodded in reply. "I'm Sally," she told her.
The girl looked at her fearfully. "What's going to happen to us?" she asked.
Sally shrugged. "I don't know," she said softly, her thoughts turning to her sister and what might have happened to her.