Here's the chapter 5!!! Once again sorry it took so long. Enjoy!!

Meanwhile at the Curtis house…

"That was pointless, we didn't get anywhere," once again Soda was complaining. It was starting to get on everyone's nerves.

"Hey Soda, that storm's comin' in, can you please go outside and batten down the hatches," Darry asked him.

"Yeah, sure,"

This was supposed to be one of the worst storms yet, and Darry wasn't going to take any chances. While they waited for the storm, the boys sat in front of the TV watching Bewitched. Two-bit sat on the couch, Pony next to him and Johnny on the floor. After Soda came in he went into the kitchen to make one of his "mouth-watering" concoctions, probably to take his mind off of things. Darry went into his room to settle in for the night.

"She's hot," Two-bit announced.

"Yeah, but you know who's better lookin'?" Soda shouted from the kitchen, he seemed to have loosened up a bit when he entered the living room.

"Who, oh and who you see in the mirror in the morning doesn't count," he sneered.

"No stupid, I'm talkin' about that blonde, uh she was in some of those I Spy shows, oh and she's a model…um Joey Heatherton. Now there's a girl to drool over," Soda said with a smirk on his face.

"No one compares to Elizabeth, man, she's like a god; and that little thing she does with her nose, that's enough to turn me on."

"You can't tell me that a model with soft blonde hair and a perfectly shaped body doesn't turn you on. Joey's got the looks, the acting skills, and the centerfold of the newest skin magazine,"

"What about Yvette Mimieux, she's not bad lookin' either," Pony added. Soda and Two-bit just sat there staring at him.

"Yeah um Pone, but, what do you know about girls?" Soda said smiling.

"Enough to know, that you two don't know anything about girls yourself. Even Johnny agrees with me, right," Johnny nodded in agreement, a small smile on his face. The debate continued on for about another ten minutes, agreeing that Pony and Johnny were right.

The storm had started and every time the thunder cracked, Johnny and Pony just about jumped out of their skin. The lightning was really intense too; it lit up the room, revealing the faces of the four boys. That's when Pony started smelling something that made him want to gag.

"Ugh, Soda, what's that smell?"

"What, oh crap, the pizza," Soda was about to run to the kitchen when the loudest boom of the night, followed by the brightest streak of light, knocked the power out. "You gotta be kidding me!"

"Pony can you go downstairs and check the fuse box," Soda said as he stumbled to the kitchen.

"No way, I'm not goin' down there by myself,"

"Then take Johnny with you, I gotta shut off the stove before I set the house on fire,"

"Fine," the two boys staggered to the door leading downstairs. Pony opened the heavy, wooden door and walked down the creaky stairs. "You comin, nothing down here accept cobwebs and the purple people eater, Johnnycakes," Pony laughed at his joke, but Johnny didn't find it amusing.

"Ha ha, very funny Pony, can we just go?"

The air in the basement was much colder and the smell of mold was in the air. It wasn't very big, but it seemed impossible to find the fuse box. When they finally located it, Pony let out a long, heavy sigh.

"What is it Pone," Johnny asked removing cobwebs from his hair.

"Look at all the boxes in front of it, and if I'm correct, these are the heavy boxes, it's gunna take forever to move them," he shined the flashlight on the boxes and Johnny let out a groan. "Well, let's get started."

Pony was right, the boxes weighed a ton and by the time they would move all of them, the power would probably come back on.

They were down to the last two. They exchanged relieved smiles and started moving the closest one, when they heard a thud from above accompanied by a muffled groan.

"What was that," Johnny was staring up at the ceiling. The two froze, staring at each other; it couldn't be…could it?

"You don't think…"

"Stop Johnny, it's not the…they're probably just messing around," he couldn't say the word afraid it would be true. "Let's keep…going," he checked the ceiling one more time and leaned down to get the last box.

"Pony…"

"Gosh darn it Johnny, what?!" he turned around only to be met not by Johnny but, by his brother Soda. "Soda…wheres, what's going on? I heard a thud before, where'd Johnny go? Soda…"

Soda just stood there in the darkness. Pony couldn't see his face, but his breathing was uneven and heavy. "Darry…"

He didn't have to say more, Pony dropped the flashlight and started crying, "Why Soda, why…oh my god, he's in the house! Soda he's in the house! What are you doing don't just stand there, Soda answer me!" Pony was yelling at his statue like brother, grabbing the front if his shirt and shaking him. "Soda?"

"Go Pony, leave, go get Johnny and run!" he grabbed my arm and led me to the steps.

"Soda, Johnny isn't down here! I don't know where he went and what about Two-bit, what happened to him!" Pony was hysterical now; tripping over his tongue and drenched in sweat.

He turned to face his brother, but found nothing but air. "Soda? Soda, come on man, this isn't funny," tears were streaming down his face; he could practically hear his heart beating. "Soda?" he whispered again. He whined liked a little puppy, realizing that he was the only one down in the basement.

Pony couldn't move; he was too scared to meet whoever was up there, waiting to kill him. There was no one else to protect him, Darry was dead, Soda and Johnny disappeared out of thin air, and by the way Soda said it, Two-bit probably kicked the bucket too. He stood there shaking, waiting to hear footsteps across the floor or some sort of sound telling him he wasn't alone.

Then he had another thought, what if this was a joke. A crude joke, but a normal, everyday joke, something friends do to each other on stormy nights. A night like tonight, but Soda couldn't keep a straight face that long. He would have burst out laughing at how scared Pony looked.

After standing for what felt like forever, Pony made his way to the stairs. He placed his foot on the first step, waited, then continued. He did this all the way up, stepping and waiting. Holding his breath and letting it out again. Putting his hand on the door knob, he turned it, taking a deep breath, he pushed it opened. Darkness waited for him on the other side of the frame.

He blinked his eyes a few times adjusting to the dark, then he took his first step into the main part of the house.

"Oh…" he let out a small gasp, falling into darkness seconds later.

Sorry it was such a short chapter. So, any one got any ideas as to who the killer is yet? I love drawing this out, don't get me wrong, I hate to think of the readers on the edge of their seats waiting for more!

R&R please!!