Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 22:53:31 GMT -5
Chapter Six - Getting the Facts
Sam was sitting on the ground looked at the very long list of people. Each of them had a date next to them. A few of them had more than one date next to them, very few. Most of them had the word “DECEASED” written after the date. Some of them had “DEAD” written in a child’s hand. Not one of those with multiple dates had either of those notes written there.
On a second and third paper he saw lists of dates followed by a description of events, both written in different childish handwriting. The dates matched most of the time and the events described where very similar.
Sam looked up the two boys sitting on the couch. “You did all this?”
Chris nodded.
“Mostly,” Wyatt announced.
“Who did the rest?”
“A friend of the family,” Wyatt told him. “He’s on the police force.”
“You work with the local law enforcement?” Sam asked astonished. The local law enforcement usually hated him and Dean and usually with good reason.
Both boys shook their heads.
“Just him,” Wyatt decided. “He’s not too happy about it either, but he understands what we are trying to do.”
“He was going to move, but he stayed,” Chris announced.
Sam looked surprised. “He stayed for you?”
Chris nodded. “He has kids, but they’re older than us.”
“Actually, Dare's only a few years older than me,” Wyatt countered. “It’s Mikey that’s older. That’s not why he stayed. They were moving to get away from this kind of stuff, but then all this happened and so many people on the force died, so very many. His boss practically begged him to stay. I think he convinced his wife because with Mom and her sisters gone this wasn’t going to really affect them anymore.”
“Except it does,” Sam finished, looking at him.
Wyatt nodded. “It does, but not nearly as much. There isn’t much we can do. We try to keep people away. And we try to get in and do something about it, but we can’t.”
“You said you can get to the front porch,” Sam commented. “Is there a back door?”
Wyatt nodded. “Tried that, too. We get thrown across the lawn.”
“We’ve never gotten very close from that side,” Chris commented. “I think I’ve seen someone in there, but it’s really hard to see from the back fence.”
Sam looked at Chris startled. “You think you’ve seen someone in there? A body? Or a living person.”
Chris shrugged. “I’m not sure. Someone standing up, if I’m right.”
Sam looked at Wyatt. “And you? Have you seen anyone?”
Wyatt shook his head. “Chris was alone that time. We went right back and promptly got knocked unconscious against the back fence. I guess someone or something didn’t want us to see anything.”
“When was that?”
Wyatt considered this for several seconds. “I guess it was in May, because it was just before school let out.”
“And what did you see the time after that?” Sam wanted to know.
Wyatt shook his head. “Grandpa allows us to try and get in the front door, since we’ve only gotten a few minor burns from it. He forbid us to go through the back after that. Chris had a concussion.”
Sam sighed. “I guess that’s what I’ll have to check first then.”
Both boys shook their heads, quickly. “No!” Wyatt exclaimed. “You can’t do that. It’s even more dangerous than the front. Grandpa’s right about that.”
“Look,” Sam commanded their attention, “I know you have a lot more experience with this, but someone has to get into that house or someone has to drop a bomb on it. And from what you are telling me, I’m not convinced a bomb would do it.” He sighed. “I suppose I can see if I can get a view with some binoculars. You wouldn’t happen to have any?” The last pair had been broken by a very large foot stepping on them. There hadn’t been a need to replace them quite yet.
The brothers looked at each other. Wyatt frowned, thinking. Chris stood up and headed out of the room without a word. Noticing this, Wyatt relaxed.
“Your brother has some?”
“I guess,” Wyatt shrugged.
Chris returned to the room with a pair of binoculars. “Will these work?”
Sam took them from him and smiled. “Thanks, kid.”
“It’s Chris,” the boy reminded him.
Sam just nodded. He slipped the strap around his neck and let the binoculars fall against his chest. “I’ll let you know what I find.”
“Be careful,” Wyatt warned. “I don’t know what’s in there, but they might notice you watching.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll be careful.”