Hello Psycho's! I'm back for a short time to give you this update. I am sad to inform to you, that there's only maybe three more chapters left in this. Maybe two if I feel like wrapping this up next chapter and having an epilogue. Who knows? I don't.
Shawn lifted Chris up and walked slowly into the house. Henry walked down the staircase, blankets and pillows in his arms. He quickly threw a blanket on the couch as Shawn placed Chris on top of it. Shawn grabbed a baby blue blanket and tucked it up to Chris's chin.
"You look like hell." Henry whispered as they left the room and walked into the kitchen.
"I haven't showered in God knows how many days." Shawn yawned and scratched the top of his head.
"You should get some sleep Spencer." Lassiter looked up from the manila folder.
"Why?" Shawn frowned.
"You haven't slept in days." Juliet answered. "Go upstairs, take a shower, and sleep. We can handle things down here." They all nodded.
"I'm fine you guys." Shawn lied. Seeing Juliet's look Shawn changed his mind, "Actually, a nap doesn't sound like too bad of an idea."
"Shower too. You smell even worse." Henry wrinkled his nose.
"Har har har Dad." Shawn yawned once again.
"There are some extra clothes in your old room." Henry nodded. Shawn rubbed the back of his neck before turning and running up the stairs. Just as his Dad had said, clothes where in the drawers and closet. Shawn grabbed a shirt and gym shorts. As he walked by the hallway closet he grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. After shutting and locking the door, he undressed and started the shower. He waited until the water was a nice, hot, steaming stream before stepping in.
Shawn sighed happily as the hot water rolled down his body, washing the grime away. He closed his eyes and just stood in the shower enjoying the moment alone. His muscles slowly relaxed as the water mixed with steam in the air, hit his skin. Shawn could feel his body start to vibrate with sleep. Letting out a long yawn, Shawn began to clean up. Taking a clean wash cloth, he lathered it with the Lavender body wash –he'd have to talk to his Dad about that- and rubbed down his body. He rinsed away the suds and began the work on his hair. Washing it thoroughly with shampoo and piled up conditioner, he rinsed and stepped out of the shower. He turned off the water and wrapped the towel around him.
Shawn paddled over to the mirror and rubbed the steam off the glass. He tilted his head from side to side, eyeing the stubble over his face. He wanted to shave, but decided to wait until he got some sleep. Putting a blade near his face without sleeping for a few days was a bad idea. One he'd regret later. Shawn removed the towel from around his waist and replaced it with a pair of boxers. He pulled the shirt over his torso and decided to forgo the shorts. Grabbing his things, he made it quietly back to his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. His things fell to the floor as Shawn was whisked away into a dark sleep.
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Juliet glanced up at the ceiling above her. They had surprisingly been able to convince Shawn to sleep with little effort. He must be exhausted Juliet mused silently. Lassiter was currently on the phone with a million different people, Gus was eating everything that resembled candy, and Henry was walking back and forth from the kitchen, to the living room. Juliet was leaning against the kitchen counter, her thoughts elsewhere.
As much as she tried to control her thinking, they kept wavering to the certain Psychic upstairs. She hadn't thought of Shawn this much since before they had begun dating.
"Would you like to sleep as well?" Henry's voice startled her from her thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Sleep. Would you like some?"
Juliet shook her head. "No thanks Mister Spencer. I'm not really tired."
"Henry." He corrected. "You may not be tired, but you look it." Juliet shrugged and eyed the room. Henry Spencer was not one for change. Juliet remembered the stories Shawn had told her. After the divorce and Maddie's moving away, Henry had still made two cups of coffee every morning. Shawn would come down stairs and comment on the cup. Henry would claim to have forgotten he'd grabbed the first one, and he would quickly throw it down the sink.
"Any leads?" Gus asked through a mouthful of Skittles.
"Yes. You're going to get diabetes of you keep this up." Henry snapped ripping the bag from Gus's hand. "You're worse than Shawn's sugar kick of eighty-nine."
"No one could beat that." Gus defended. Henry considered it a moment before nodding his head slowly. "You got me Guster." Henry handed the bag back to him.
"We have no leads as to whoever killed Charles." Lassiter flipped a page. "He was a simple guy. Lived most of his life like any other dedicated cop would. Clocked in about a month's overtime in total."
"Wow." Juliet whistled.
"No family. Parents died when he was young, only child."
"Any close friends?" Juliet walked over to the table.
"If you mean people who would drop anything to help him… the whole county." Carlton sighed.
"Damn. That guy was mucho popular." Gus popped a handful of Skittles into his mouth.
"Helpful comments only." Lassiter said looking back at his paperwork. "Everyone who has died has been connected to Christopher. Wait. Do of any of you know Christopher's last name?" Lassiter looked at all of them.
"Hearting." Gus said. But because his mouth was full it sounded like "Hefating".
"What?" Lassiter glared.
Gus swallowed. "Hearting. His dad was one of the richest men in Santa Barbara."
"Was?" Lassiter picked up.
"His parents died in that plane accident a few months back." Henry rubbed his chin. "Shawn kept talking about it. Said it wasn't an accident."
"Well with his track record he could have said a Pterodactyl attacked the plane and I wouldn't have been surprised if it did." Juliet said.
Lassiter nodded. "I'll make a call and have it checked out…." A thump from upstairs made him stop. A sharp yell made them all look up. "What the hell?" Lassiter mumbled. The yelling continued.
"Shawn?!" Henry called up. Henry turned and ran up the stairs, Juliet, Gus and Lassiter behind him. The screaming was coming from Shawn's room. "Shawn!" Henry yelled pounding on the door.
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The walls were wet. Slimy, gooey, thick, red liquid clutched onto Shawn's hand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it off. He turned around and found a metal sink attached to the wall. Suddenly the room went black.
"Don't panic Spencer." Shawn thought. Shawn closed his eyes and recreated the room in his mind. There were four walls. All were white except the one behind him. The wall in front had a sink. Shawn walked slowly towards the sink. He took one step and fell forward. His face landed on soft, mushy sand. He sat up and looked around. Now he was on a beach. The same beach where Charles had been killed.
"Hello!?" Shawn called out as he saw a figure approach him. "Can you hear me?" he called as the figure inched closer. "Hello?" he tried again. A whimper caused Shawn to turn around.
"Don't let them hurt me." Chris begged. Shawn licked his lips and stretched out for Chris.
"I won't let them hurt you. I promise." Shawn assured grasping onto Chris's cold hold.
"Mister Spencer?"
"What?"
"I'm cold." Shawn frowned as Chris's skin turned red. Shawn blinked and the next thing he knew Chris was being pulled away. "Help!" Chris screamed.
"Chris!" Shawn shouted reaching out for him. Chris was dragged out of sight, and into the oncoming fog. Shawn stood up and circled around. "Chris? Christopher!" He shouted into the fog.
"You said you'd save me," Shawn turned to his left. "You said you'd protect me," The voice came from the right. "Now look at me. I'm dead." Shawn made out Chris's voice.
"I'm sorry Chris. I didn't mean for anything to happen." Shawn turned around in all directions.
"Too late. He's dead now." This voice was different. It was deep, and scratchy. Shawn was enveloped in a coat of red. A sharp scream burst forth his throat as a loud, evil laugh surround the red.
Shawn's eyes launched open and he had trouble breathing. He gasped for breath as a harsh pounding occupied the room.
"Shawn! Open the door." Shawn recognized his dad's voice.
"Spencer!" Lassiter's voice joined his fathers. Shawn looked around and noticed his was on the ground. He gulped and let his head fall back onto the ground. The door rushed open and wood flew everywhere as they busted their way into the room.
"Shawn?" Henry was at Shawn's side in seconds. "What happened are you okay?" Henry helped lift Shawn up. Henry took the pale color of his son's skin in. His heavy breathing, the slight line of blood from his temple.
"Yeah I uh… just fell outta bed." He gasped. Juliet appeared on his other side, a hand on his shoulder.
"What were you screaming about?" she asked. Shawn was about to speak when Chris made his presence known. "Are you okay Mister Spencer?" his voice was low.
"Go down stairs Christopher." Juliet told him.
"But-"
"Go. C'mon." Gus took Chris's hand and took him away.
"You scared the crap out of us Spencer." Lassiter scolded.
"Sorry I just, bad dream." Shawn waited as his breathing returned to normal.
"What happened in the dream?" Shawn gulped before telling them about his dreadful dream.
"But here's the thing," he sat up. "I recognized the voice."
"Which voice?" Juliet's hand moved to his own.
"The man who grabbed Chris. I think… I think we know the killer." Everyone went silent at Shawn's revelation.
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