This is a weird story. In order to understand it, you need to have an open mind. You have to be willing to believe everything you've ever believed to be children's stories to be real. You have to understand that every scary thing you imagined in your closet, under your bed and lurking in the shadows was all really there.
Hey, I told you it was going to be weird.
But, it doesn't start with all the bumps in the night. It starts with a broken window and a security alarm.
And me.
My name is JoAnne McCormick and my name is not an uncommon one to be heard between Beach Hills Law Enforcement. Unfortunately, though, if I was hauled into the Sheriff's office one more time my dad was going to flip his lid. So naturally, when my skateboard went flying through that shop window after what was a tragic attempt at jumping the curb, I took off running.
It had been an honest accident (this time) but I wasn't going to chance my lick. I was booking it and there was no way in hell I was stopping until I was far enough away to not be suspicious.
Lucky for me, as soon as I was a few blocks away I spotted a familiar vehicle on the road. I'd always been a risk taker and I was taking a huge leap of faith in the Sheriff's son. As the idea came to me, I took action without even thinking anything through. I jumped out into the middle of the road and the blue jeep swerved, just barely missing me. It came to a screeching halt and two boys came hurdling out of it.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Stiles Stilinski, I know if you think that's a mouthful you should hear his real name, shouted looking around frantic before finally making eye contact with me. "Jo? Dude what the hell!"
"I need a ride." Keep it simple.
"Did you do something illegal? You know my dad will kill me if I help you out of trouble again." The brown eyed boy gave me a stern look.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I didn't do anything illegal. Please just help me out Stiles.:
He and Scott, his better half, shared a look. "I don't know."
"You have to take Scott home eventually!" I pointed at the curly haired boy next to him. "My house is right across the street."
Scott and Stiles looked at each other and seemed to be having a wordless conversation. There was a bit of arm flailing (More on Stiles' part) and some glances at myself before Stiles finally faced me. "Okay but we have to do something first and it might take a while so you'll have to tag along."
"Okay." I shrugged." What are we doing?" I asked as we walked towards the jeep.
"Something illegal." Scotts said as I crawled into the backseat. I gave him a once over. Scott McCall didn't have a bad bone in his body. HE was a softy. Stiles on the other hand, he probably got up to more illegal activity than I did.
"Two joggers found a dead body in the woods." Stiles explained.
"Okay but then why are you…."
"They only found half."
Realization sunk in. "Cool."