Louis' room.

We all went there first.

He wasn't in there. 

Maybe he wasn't home.

Maybe we just broke into some kid's home. 

We split up.

Cindy searched the upstairs.

Ty got the downstairs.

I got the basement. 

The first step I took down to the basemanet.

I knew it was bad. 

I had a feeling. 

I brushed aside.

And went all the way down. 

Turning on the light.

To see a dusty room.

Boxes everywhere.

Looking around.

Trying to find him. 

Hoping not to. 

I see a closet.

Slightly open.

I know I shouldn't open it. 

But I have to. 

I took a deep breathe. 

Opened the door. 

Saw nothing. 

But old coats. 

I let out a sigh.

And turned around.

Only to be caught off guard.

Scared. 

By Louis. 

He looked crazy. 

He just stared at me. 

He covered my mouth. 

Slowly put a gun to his head. 

I was terrified. 

Having a panic attack.

Crying. 

I wanted to shout don't.

But how could I?

His hand was tightly covering my mouth.

Bang. 

Fall.

End.