Haha, I was going through my fanfic files and I realized that I never uploaded this chapter! What?! I don't know why I didn't...but anyway, here you are!

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Jerome ran his fingers through his hair once he came to the top of the ladder and climbed into the tree house. He bent down and took Mara's hand to help her the rest of the way up.

It looked like a normal tree house. There was a window on the wall beside Jerome and a table underneath it serving as a desk. There were drawings and posters tacked up on the walls and toys lay scattered on the floor. There was a toy chest in the corner with a floor lamp beside it. Mara walked over to the lamp and switched it on. The light bulb flickered for a moment before it illuminated the room. She kneeled down to the wooden floor in front of the toy chest and Jerome made it way over to the wall with the most pictures.

He pulled off a few of the drawings of dogs and rainbows and suddenly one came into few that was different than all the others. A black figure with glowing eyes and the name Elise scribbled under it. He pulled it off the wall slowly, wondering why a child would draw this. He turned quickly and Mara cried out.

She backed away from the toy chest and stared at it with wide eyes. Sitting in the chest was a life size doll. Its hair had been cut off at the root and one eye was missing; the mouth was hanging open with dried blood on its chin. He helped her off the floor and she brushed off her jeans.

"Why would someone do that?" she shrieked. "This person is sick!"

"Or the kid was really weird." Jerome suggested. "I bet they had no friends – except for this…imaginary friend, maybe; Elise."

Mara took the paper from him and stared at it. "This is getting really creepy. Is there anything else we have to do? I really want to get back and be with the others."

"Oh, love, don't you trust me to protect you?" he said it teasingly but he let a little sincerity show.

"I know you'll protect me," she whispered.

Jerome nodded and turned back to the papers on the wall. As he pulled more away, Mara shut the toy chest and looked around. She looked at the desk and stared down at the paper lying on the wood. It was a child's drawing. There were four colored squares with four colored drawings above the squares; a blue moon, a red cat, yellow cookies and a green tree. Mara scratched her eyebrow in thought and breathed out a slow sigh. She spun around and opened the toy chest, pulling out four wooden blocks from the bottom of the box and shut the lid almost immediately.

Jerome's attention snapped to her at the bang the toy chest lid made when it closed. She put the blocks down on the desk and sat on the stool. Curiously, Jerome tilted his head to the side and came up behind her, getting down on his knees and resting his head on her shoulder. She picked up the blue block and spun it around, eyeing the pictures, before the she set it down in the red square on the paper with the star pointing upwards. She did the same with the other three blocks matching a red mouse to the cat, yellow milk to the cookies and a green leaf to the tree. She shook her head.

"It was a stupid idea." She tried to stand up but Jerome grabbed her hips and kissed her neck.

"Love, I know that because you're short, you're always looking up, but try to be tall; look down for once." He whispered, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

Mara scoffed in fake offense but did what he said and looked down on the blocks. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her back up against his chest and leaned backwards. She grinned in understanding, brown eyes training on the pictures that were directed toward them.

"Fog, man, grave, ghost," she announced quietly, "What do you think that means?"

"I don't know. Let's head back and tell the others." He said, taking her hand and pulling her up off the stool.

He entwined their fingers as they headed back toward the car, giving her a hand a squeeze in silent comfort when she suddenly started shaking.

"J, I don't like to let my mind wander, you know that, but I just can't help it. What if the person that murdered that family is still around here?" she hissed, looking around cautiously as the fog that circled her ankles thickened.

Jerome pulled her into him and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry, Jaffray, we'll be okay."

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Jara romance is probably one of the easiest things I will ever write in my life. It's just so perfect! :')

"One final fight for this tonight. Whoa-oh... With knives and pens, we made our plight. Whoa-oh... And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on." -Knives and Pens, Black Veil Brides

-Rachel