As to not waste any time, they immediately ignored the warning signs that the police men were giving off about meeting with Cybil and skipped to the address on the paper. "Okay, this is the place..." In front of them stood a large building made of cement blocks. The door was titanium steel with one obviously bullet proof window at the top. The rest of the "house" was sealed up completely.

"James, go knock on the door." Eddie said.

"No! I'm scared..." James replied.

Heather rolled her eyes and started walking toward the house. "I'll do it!" she said. As she got closer she could see that the grass was cut perfectly straight with not one single misplaced blade. There were little landmine looking things all over the yard, which made Heather quite uneasy. "Uh, guys, maybe we should just go back. This is really freakin' me out!" She said over her shoulder.

"Look who's the Mrs. McWhimperton now!" James said.

"Heather is scared!" Eddie laughed.

"Heather's a wimp, Heather's a wimp, Heather's a wimp!" Both Eddie and James chanted in a little girl sing song voice.

"SHUT UP! I AM NOT!" She clutched her fists and ran up to the door as fast as she could. When she got to the door there was little doorbell, nearly invisible to the human eye, sitting next to the door knob. Here goes the moment of truth. Heather thought. She slowly, slowly, slowly, raised her shaking hand and pressed the doorbell. And when she did all she heard was,

ANSWER THE DOOR!

Heather jumped back in surprise and nearly soiled herself. "What the hell was that?" She yelled back to the guys, who were standing there holding each other and shaking.

Eddie shrugged a little and looked at James. "I think it was the doorbell."

"Well, nobody's answering so we mi-" Just as Heather was about to finish her sentence, the door burst open and there stood a tall, angry looking woman with short blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" She said in an obviously annoyed tone.

"Y-Yeah... I was just wondering if we... my f-friends and I... c-could come in and talk to you f-for a while." Heather stammered.

"Well, why didn't you say so! Of course! We don't get a lot of company around these parts." Heather looked around. Behind her there was a large busy city going on and on either side were houses with people hanging out in their yards.

"I can see that..."

"Come on in!" Cybil flung the door open and inside was a normal everyday house, despite the lack of windows.

"James! Eddie! Let's go!" Heather yelled.

"COMING!" They both yelled back.

Heather walked inside with Cybil and sat down on her couch. "I'm glad you guys are here." Cybil said as James and Eddie walked in through the door. "I get kind of lonely when I'm here all alone. That's why I work so much, I think."

"Well, I'm glad you have time for us today. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you some questions about somebody you recently arrested." Heather pulled a notepad and a pen out of her pocket and sat down on the couch.

"Well, I can't really disclose any real details, but I can be as vague as possible without telling you anything. So, who is this person we're here for?"

"The bartender at Neely's Bar. What was he arrested for?" James asked.

"Well, it all started when I woke up and was craving watermelon, I walked into the kitchen and there he was, standing there, carving up the only one I had. Of course, he had spent the night with me because we were both drunk and so we started to (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). And I thought I was craving watermelon because I was pregnant or something, I was unfortunately right, but he was still standing there eating MY FOOD. So I kicked him out of my house and mourned for my lost melon. It took years to muster the courage to arrest him for it, but when I did I was told I would get custody of our daughter if he was found guilty." She got up and started walking to the kitchen, James, Heather, and Eddie followed. They walked through the door and there, standing in the middle of the room, wiping pinkish juice from her massive knife, was Angela.

"Oh, uh... hey guys..." That's when everybody noticed the watermelon massacre that had obviously taken place in that kitchen only moments ago.

"...Hey Angela." Cybil said with a smile.

"I'm... gotta go!" She bolted through the house and out the door before any of them could register the mess in the kitchen.

"What a nice girl she is." Cybil looked around the room and started to scream. "HE'S BEEN HERE AGAIN! BUT HOW DID HE GET OUT OF HIS MANACLES?"

Heather scratched the back of her neck. "Are you serious? Angela obviously-"

"No, I know what you're going to say and I don't believe a word of it. Angela would NEVER let him out of the basement." She stopped and threw her hand over her mouth.

"Basement?" Eddie and James both said while looking at one another.

"I'm afraid my secret is out. I was scared that with him in jail he'd be able to tell all my dirty little secrets OR WORSE! I might have gotten custody of Amillia! I can't stand that little... it doesn't matter... but now that you know my little secret... I'll have you locked away with him! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" At that all three ran screaming for the door and ran through the yard, dodging the landmines. "I was just kidding." Cybil said to herself.

It happened as if in slow motion. Eddie tripped over his own shoe and landed on the biggest landmine of them all.

"Ts ts ts ts ts."

Was the only sound they heard as every mine in the yard... started to water the lawn.

"SPRINKLERS?" Heather screamed. "You've got to be kidding me!"