5.3 No where to be found
Ten slow minutes passed as Caleb sat staring at his phone. Two main questions floating through his mind. Who was this from? Why was he sent here?
"If you want to save your relationship go to 1669 Wallow Lane 8…P.S come alone"
Caleb glanced up at the girl who was now in the living room, lonesome. She sat on the hard wood floor, combing the blonde plastic strands of hair that was completely knotted on top of Barbie's head. Maybe there's something here…he thought tucking his phone back into his pocket. Before his arrival at this strange house, he to attempted to trace back the number. He failed. Getting up from his chair he walked over towards the stairs, pass the girl. "I uh – I'm going to check on your grandpa, see what's taking him so long." he said before heading up but she paid him no mind. At the top of the stairs sat an end table just like the one downstairs, except this one had a small keyhole on the drawer. And to the right was a long narrow hallway. Four doors, parallel to each other and one door that faced the pathway. "Hello?" he said before continuing down the hall. No answer. A deep husky voice came from behind the second door on the right. The door was cracked and through it Caleb could see the old man's figure. He was sitting in a beat up rocking and his eyes were shut. The flickers of light brightened the shadows that shaded his face. He must have been previously watching television. Caleb laughed in disbelief. "Wow" he said under his breath. He closed the door completely shut, annoyed that he wasted ten minutes sitting around so the old man could catch up on soap operas. A small white paper was taped to the door that was located at the end of the hall. DO NOT ENTER the paper said in thick black marker. It had to be A's room. Caleb turned the knob, surprised that there wasn't a lock. You think "A" would be smarter he thought. Behind the door revealed a very minimalistic bedroom. The walls were a light periwinkle blue with pink trimming around the borders. There were only four pieces of furniture that rested on each side of the four bedroom walls. A full size mattress with a hideous black and purple zebra print comforter, a computer desk, a wooden bookshelf and one of those end chairs you could store stuff in. On random spots of the walls you could see the debris of tape and staples that must have hung preteen magazine posters of ridiculous fandoms and celebrity crushes. The entire room screamed intervention from teenager to adult (kind of). The first thing that caught Caleb's eye was the laptop sitting on the computer desk. He opened the lid and waited for the computer to reboot. Locked. A plain blue screen and with a white rectangular text box appeared. "Password…" he said to himself. Caleb began searching the room for clues, there was no way he could guess a password to a computer if he didn't even have an idea of who the device could belong to. To his advantage he didn't have much to search through. Bookshelves. Notebooks. Closet. Underneath the mattress. Computer Desk. Nothing. All he found was a silver key. After moments of disappoint, Caleb realized the end table that sat at the top of the stairs. Darting out of the room while still being cautious he took the key over to the table unlocked the draw. Inside was a flashlight, an old flip phone, a couple of blue pens and a small folded white paper tucked away in the back. Caleb grabbed the paper and unfolded it. 'Hot893pepp3r' was written in blue ink. He tucked the paper into his pocket and returned back into the room. He tried what was written down on the paper. 'Hot893pepp3r'. Incorrect. 'r3ppep398toH'. "I thought you'd be a little smarter 'A'" he said aloud as the screen loaded into the desktop page. A picture of a group of friends all wearing party dresses took over the screens background. Caleb scanned the faces of the girls recognizing none of them. Documents. Caleb clicked the folder, and began looking for information that could tell him who sent him here. About half way through the document files, he phone vibrated. 1 missed call. 1 unread text. It was from Hanna.
Where are you? I've tried calling….Call me. – Hanna
Sigh. Taking out his keys from his pocket, he stuck his flash drive key chain into the USB copying whatever he could. He had to leave there. And he had to leave now.
*Finally a new chapter. I don't know why but this chapter was so boring to make I couldn't bring myself to complete it. I hope it turned out okay. Anyways reviews are appreciated, thanks for reading*