As we started our drive to the restaurant, I started to feel more scared than before. I don't know why, it just overcame me. I didn't like it.

"Really, Bonnie, be honest with me," WYatt said. "WHy did you agree to come all of a sudden?"

"I know Sawyer better than anyone," Bonnie said. "And when he puts his mind to something, he will not rest until it's done. I knew he would try to come to this place by himself, which would get himself killed, so I knew I had to come with him or I'd blame myself if..excuse me, when he dies." I punched Bonnie's arm.

"Shut up!" I said.

"I'm just kidding!" Bonnie said.

The car then skid to a stop across the street of the old place. I got that same eerie feeling as before when I saw it.

"We don't have to be here," Bonnie said. "I can see your expression, Sawyer. You're terrified."

"No. I have to do this," I said.

"What did I tell ya?" Bonnie said. I ignored him and got out of the car. I started to speed walk over there, when Bonnie grabbed my shoulder. "Stay with me at all times, Sawyer. This place is more dangerous than Mom's tuna casserole." I snickered. A little bit of my fear went away.

"SO it's harmless?" Wyatt said. Bonnie scoffed and looked at me.

"He obviously hasn't tried it!" He said.

"Note to Wyatt: Never eat over at our house. You have more of a chance at surviving in this restaurant with the purple haired guy running around than if you were to try my Mom's cooking!"

"Should I go home then?" Wyatt said.

"Nah. It's my Dad's week to cook. He cooks good stuff," I said.

"Okay. ENough stalling," Bonnie said. "Let's get this over with. The longer we stay here, the more in danger we'll be."

We all walked up to the caution tape, looked around, and went underneath it like I did before. We all ran up to the steps to the door, and opened it.

I was hit in the face with the drafty musty wind once more. It was disgusting. This place hasn't been opened for many years, so I could see why.

"Stay close boys," Bonnie said. "Never leave my sight." We both nodded. "Now where's your fictitious rescuer so you can thank him?"

"He's not fictitious!" I said. "He's real! Right Wyatt?" Wyatt nodded.

"He is! I saw him!" Wyatt said.

"Okay! Okay!" Bonnie said.

The first place we went to was the stage.

But something was off about it. It didn't look the same way as it did before.

That's when it hit me. The curtains were CLOSED! They were wide open and I could see the stage before.

"Guys!" I yelled. "Now I know for sure someone else is here!"

"Why?!" Bonnie said.

"The curtains are CLOSED! They were OPEN before!"

"Are you sure?" Bonnie said.

"I'm positive! I was the one in here before and I know what I saw!"

"M-Maybe Foxy is behind the curtains?" Wyatt said.

"H-He could be," I said.

"I can look! I haven't done anything important yet!" Wyat said. He ran towards the curtains.

"Wait! Wyatt! SLow down!" Bonnie said. He grabbed his blanket cape. "Stay with me!"

"Ack!" Wyatt said, rubbing his neck. "Okay! Okay!"

We all walked together to the stage, and stood in front of it.

"Okay, Wyatt, open them up," Bonnie said.

Wyatt climbed up onto the stage, and looked worriedly at the dark red curtains. He took a breath, and opened the curtains.

"GAH!" He screamed. He quickly closed the curtains and turned around. His face was white and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"What?! What?!" Bonnie and I said.

"There's something behind there!" Wyatt said.

"What?! What did you see?!" I said, grabbing Wyatt by the shoulders.

"You go see! I don't wanna describe it again!"

Bonnie and I both went up onto the stage, and looked at each other.

"Ready?" Bonnie said. "One...two...three!"

We tanked the curtains aside, and looked inside, ready for whatever we saw behind there.

NOthing was there. Just an old, cracked, dusty blank floor.

"THere's nothing there," Bonnie said.

"Yeah. I didn't see anything," I said. "DId you really see something, Wy-" I turned around to talk to him, but Wyatt was gone. "Wyatt?!" I looked all around the restaurant from the stage, but I couldn't see him anywhere. "WYATT! WYATT!" I looked at Bonnie who still had his head behind the curtains as he tried to look for something.I grabbed his black jacket and yanked him out. "BONNIE! WYATT IS GONE!"

"WHAT?!" Bonnie whipped around, and looked around as I did. "CRAP! CRAP CRAP CRAP!" He jumped down. "WYATT?! WYATT!"

"BONNIE! HELP ME!" I heard Wyatt cry,

"Shut up!" Another voice said. It sounded like a boy Bonnie's age. "You're not supposed to be in here! It's forbidden to outsiders!"