from his house and find out his actual birth date.
When asked where his brothers are , he says "scoo." I suppose he thinks they're at school, but that's not possible since school's out for the Christmas break. Daddy is at "wok" and I'm sure that means "work" but he can't tell us where daddy works. Momma, Unky Bo, and Frankie/Davis are in "hebin." Bless their souls. I don't know how Caleb figured that out.
Carisa says staying inside is driving her bonkers. I may take her with us when we go back to Caleb's house but I don't want her to see the kitchen or the bodies of Unky Bo and the gang. I think, if we go in the front door and straight up the stairs, we can avoid the side yard and the kitchen. Marisa can stay home with Caleb and Amber.
Carisa will grab every piece of boys clothing, shoes, and toys that she can find no matter what size they are. We plan to use the big wheelbarrow, Amber's little red Radio Flyer wagon, and a couple of laundry baskets to bring back whatever we find. Mick said he could drive the S10 up the driveway, but I'm worried that someone might see us going up the drive and coming back down with a loaded truck. For now, we'll take the path through the woods.
We'll gr ab any frozen food in the house. Actually, we'll grab any food we can find no matter what it is, as long as it's still good and isn't covered in guts and blood. With the power off, the freezer and refrigerator stuff will go bad in a hurry and we want to get as much use out of it as possible. I might talk Mick into checking out Mr. Peterson's house to see if any food is left in the kitchen. I haven't seen anyone there in the past few days, but the windows are boarded up. I hope we don't do something that might cause trouble or land us in the pokey. It'll all depend on what Mick and Jason find out in town.
2:00 PM...
Mick and Jason came back from town around 10:45 this morning and the news isn't good. We're preparing to go back to Caleb's house right now, so I'll write more after we eat supper and the dishes are clean. We wanna get back before dark, and that happens around 4:30 or 5:00 this time of year. That gives us a couple of hours to spend there.
9:00 PM...
I don't know where to begin.
After Mick and Jason got back, we geared ourselves up for the trek over to Caleb's house. We went with the same weapons that accompanied us yesterday. Marisa stayed home with Caleb and Amber so that Carisa could get out of the house
When we walke d toward the front of the house I could see, out of the corner of my eye, the three dead bodies. Carisa was on my right. I kept glancing at her and hoping she wouldn't turn her head.
I was surprised when Mick flipped over a little frog statue on the front porch. He took a key from underneath, stuck it in the door lock, and pushed the door open. He wouldn't let us in until he'd cleared the house. I wanted Jason to go with him, but he wanted Jason to stay outside with us. Jason stayed outside with us.
After a few minutes of twiddling our thumbs, we heard Mick stomping back down the stairs. We all jumped sky-high when he jerked the door open and told us it was safe to go on inside.
I sent Carisa up the stairs with Jason and a couple of laundry baskets to gather stuff for Caleb. Mick and I decided to head for kitchen.
It took everything I had to lift my foot off the dining room floor and step into the kitchen. I could see a lot of the horrific mess from where I stood. I could see drag marks where Mick and Jason had taken Momma and Frankie/Davis out the back door to lie beside Unky Bo.
I pulled my collar up over my nose because the smell in there was almost overwhelming. I thought to myself "pieces of human flesh are rotting in front of my eyes." I had to shake that off, and I had to do it fast, before I chickened out and bolted back the way I'd come. I decided to look at it like it was a movie set or some awful room in one of those homemade haunted houses that pop up every Halloween. I pulled on my
When asked where his brothers are , he says "scoo." I suppose he thinks they're at school, but that's not possible since school's out for the Christmas break. Daddy is at "wok" and I'm sure that means "work" but he can't tell us where daddy works. Momma, Unky Bo, and Frankie/Davis are in "hebin." Bless their souls. I don't know how Caleb figured that out.
Carisa says staying inside is driving her bonkers. I may take her with us when we go back to Caleb's house but I don't want her to see the kitchen or the bodies of Unky Bo and the gang. I think, if we go in the front door and straight up the stairs, we can avoid the side yard and the kitchen. Marisa can stay home with Caleb and Amber.
Carisa will grab every piece of boys clothing, shoes, and toys that she can find no matter what size they are. We plan to use the big wheelbarrow, Amber's little red Radio Flyer wagon, and a couple of laundry baskets to bring back whatever we find. Mick said he could drive the S10 up the driveway, but I'm worried that someone might see us going up the drive and coming back down with a loaded truck. For now, we'll take the path through the woods.
We'll gr ab any frozen food in the house. Actually, we'll grab any food we can find no matter what it is, as long as it's still good and isn't covered in guts and blood. With the power off, the freezer and refrigerator stuff will go bad in a hurry and we want to get as much use out of it as possible. I might talk Mick into checking out Mr. Peterson's house to see if any food is left in the kitchen. I haven't seen anyone there in the past few days, but the windows are boarded up. I hope we don't do something that might cause trouble or land us in the pokey. It'll all depend on what Mick and Jason find out in town.
2:00 PM...
Mick and Jason came back from town around 10:45 this morning and the news isn't good. We're preparing to go back to Caleb's house right now, so I'll write more after we eat supper and the dishes are clean. We wanna get back before dark, and that happens around 4:30 or 5:00 this time of year. That gives us a couple of hours to spend there.
9:00 PM...
I don't know where to begin.
After Mick and Jason got back, we geared ourselves up for the trek over to Caleb's house. We went with the same weapons that accompanied us yesterday. Marisa stayed home with Caleb and Amber so that Carisa could get out of the house
When we walke d toward the front of the house I could see, out of the corner of my eye, the three dead bodies. Carisa was on my right. I kept glancing at her and hoping she wouldn't turn her head.
I was surprised when Mick flipped over a little frog statue on the front porch. He took a key from underneath, stuck it in the door lock, and pushed the door open. He wouldn't let us in until he'd cleared the house. I wanted Jason to go with him, but he wanted Jason to stay outside with us. Jason stayed outside with us.
After a few minutes of twiddling our thumbs, we heard Mick stomping back down the stairs. We all jumped sky-high when he jerked the door open and told us it was safe to go on inside.
I sent Carisa up the stairs with Jason and a couple of laundry baskets to gather stuff for Caleb. Mick and I decided to head for kitchen.
It took everything I had to lift my foot off the dining room floor and step into the kitchen. I could see a lot of the horrific mess from where I stood. I could see drag marks where Mick and Jason had taken Momma and Frankie/Davis out the back door to lie beside Unky Bo.
I pulled my collar up over my nose because the smell in there was almost overwhelming. I thought to myself "pieces of human flesh are rotting in front of my eyes." I had to shake that off, and I had to do it fast, before I chickened out and bolted back the way I'd come. I decided to look at it like it was a movie set or some awful room in one of those homemade haunted houses that pop up every Halloween. I pulled on my
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