A/N: This takes place at the house of the eight year old girl... I'm glad that everyone liked it. So I hope I updated fast enough.

Disclaimer: Yep... I only own Kaycee.

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The yellow crime scene tape, the abandoned house, the fog misting about. I was happy, I was in my element. Here, my sister standing beside me, not even flinching at the sight of this house, and beside her was Sam, staring at the house, as if it were about to spew all of the answers right into his lap.

I held up a flashlight, shining it on the oak door, then started up the stairs, they squeaked with every step I took. Kaycee and Sam followed my lead, I could hear them, and soon we stood grouped around the door.

"It's locked." I said, looking behind me at Sam and Kaycee.

"Of course it's locked. You didn't expect them to leave a crime scene wide open did you?" Kaycee asked, then said, "Move," in a calm, commanding voice. I did as she had said, stepping back as my little sister picked the lock of the giant oak door, just as I had taught her to.

The door swung open within thirty seconds, and it took everything in my not to grin fondly at her. Kaycee, looking satisfied, stepped through the doorway with me not far behind, Sam was last.

As soon as we entered the house, a disgusting smell filled our nostrils, causing each of us in turn to retch. I looked up, my eyes watering. That smell, it was the smell of a body. Each of us pulled out a rock-salt gun from a pocket, holding it out in front of us.

We all knew what was going on here, and it wasn't very pretty. The kid had been so massacred, that pieces of it's body were still being found. I felt Kaycee shudder next to me, and I knew that she had found another piece of the kid. It's pretty gruesome, the way I describe it, but by now, the three of us are used to it.

"Check for sulfur." I said, pulling out my broken walkman from my pocket. It was my own little creation, one that detected the traces of evil beings. The steady beep of the monitor was the only sound in the room, until Sam opened his mouth.

"I found something." Sam said, looking at the floor of the house. Kaycee and I jogged towards him, looking where he was pointing. There, in the middle of the floor, was a huge footprint, a single footprint.

"How could the cops miss that?" Kaycee asked, raising her eyebrows. "We would have found something about this." she said.

"It wasn't here when the cops searched." I said solemnly, holding up my gun and shooting it into the air in front of me. A wail filled the air, followed closely by the pitter-patter of footsteps running away from the three of us.

Sam's eyes were wide, staring at the spot where I had shot. My gun was still out in front of me, smoke billowing from it's barrel. As I looked back at Sam and Kaycee, they only stared at me, astonished that I had hit something invisible. But it wasn't invisible, to me.

I knew what we were dealing with. But I wasn't about to say anything and scare the shit out of my babysister. So I didn't, I kept my mouth shut, which was probably one of the worst things I could've done.

A/N: Sorry it's so short and not so good... but whatever... R&R peoples!