"HEY, SO, DO YOU HAVE A MEMBERSHIP TO THE CLUBS NOW?" John B had been unofficially adopted by Ward Cameron, so he was now living with Sarah and her family. The Pogues were busy making fun of him for it at the Wreck. Luckily, all he had gotten from the fall was a broken arm and a cast that he let them all sign.

The Routledge boy sighed with an annoyed expression as he sat down at the table. "I don't know, Pope."

"What about those little golf carts they drive around?" JJ questioned, taking a sip from his cup. It had Coke in it, but Bree had seen him slip a little beer in there while Kie's parents weren't looking. "Do you get one of them?"

"Does it come with a sweater-vest, or do you have to buy one of those on your own?" the Heyward boy added with a smirk, and Bree giggled a little bit at their jokes.

The Callaway girl answered, "The sweater-vest is included, but the golf cart is not."

"Look, you promised," Kie told the brunette boy, changing the topic of the conversation to her betrayal. "You said you weren't with her." They all knew that was not true.

"Bro, just own it. She got you," the Maybank boy told his friend when he tried to shake his head and deny her accusation because nobody would have believed it.

The Carrera girl shrugged. "Look, if you wanna hang out with her, that's fine, but I'm letting you know now that I'm not doing anything with Sarah Cameron."

"Do you guys see her here?" John B quizzed, looking at each of them, and when they looked down, he continued, gesturing at the map in front of them. "No, right. Okay, a little focus would be fantastic. We've got the map, right?"

"It's all out of whack 'cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it," the blonde boy informed the rest of them.

They all looked up at him with looks that said 'really?", and Kie explained, "It's cause the coast had changed." JJ just nodded like he had known that that was the reason the entire time.

"So, we just have to look for landmarks that haven't changed," Pope said, and Bree leaned over to watch as his finger searched the map for anything they could use.

The Routledge boy suggested, "What about the old forts?"

"Battery Jasper," Kie nodded before pointing to the spot on the map that was labelled that.

So, they hopped in the Twinkie and used the map to drive out to the ruins of Battery Jasper. They stood on a hill, looking out on all of the trees as Pope explained to them with the help of the map, "We're in Battery, right here. So if this is parcel nine, then it's somewhere northeast of here."

"Somewhere over there." The Callaway girl gestured in the direction that she was pretty sure was northeast.

The Heyward boy confirmed, "Right."

"Over there?" JJ questioned, confused. He was standing on part of the ruins, so he was a lot higher up than the rest of them. "Guys, that's not Tannyhill, that's a subdivision."

"Tannyhill Plantation used to be the entire island. It got sold into smaller pieces over time," John B corrected him as they stared out into the horizon. While the rest of the group was looking at the land, Bree couldn't help but watch the waves crashing onto the beach.

Pope sighed, "So, we're just looking for an old stone wall."

"Okay, so the road should split up here," the Heyward boy informed John B as the Routledge boy drove based on the map. Once the brunette nodded, Pope continued, "All right. You're gonna take a left."

He did as he was told, and Bree and JJ peeked over the seats to see what was in front of them because according to the piece of paper, they would be arriving shortly. The Maybank boy smiled. "That looks like a stone wall to me."

"This is it," Pope told them as John B parked the car, and they began to climb out.

The Routledge boy groaned when he realized where they were, and the rest of them widened their eyes. "Not the Crain house." There were probably a million different ghost stories based on what happened at that house, and none of them turned out well.

"Are you kidding me?" Kie quizzed as JJ closed the door behind the brunette girl once she got out. They all approached the wall so that they could get a better look at the house and the property.

Bree ran a hand through here hair. "This is gonna be fun."

"Worst-case scenario," the blonde boy breathed out as the two of them stood next to Kie.

Pope and John B were right behind them, staring at the place of residence in shock, dreading what was about to come. "Why'd it have to be here...of all places?"

"I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husband's head on the property," JJ informed them, causing all of them to shoot him a look that told him that that comment wasn't necessary.

"Thanks for that."

"No problem, princess."

Then, they did what any completely insane person would do, and they climbed over the wall and snuck into the crazy lady's yard. As they traipsed through the very tall grass, Kie asked, "Look, you guys know whose house this is, right?"

"Oh, yeah," the blonde nodded, along with the rest of them. They all knew whose house it was. "No, I do."

"Honestly, I don't really believe the stories of this place," John B informed his friends.

Pope shushed him, but JJ was invested in what Kie was saying. He sped up so that he was walking side-by-side with her and the Callaway girl and whispered, "Which stories did you hear?"

"The one where she killed her husband with an axe and that she's been holed up ever since," the raven-haired girl answered like it was obvious, but there were so many versions of the story. Her voice got quiet as she joked, "On certain nights, when the moon is full...you can see her in the window."

"No, Kie, it's not funny 'cause it's all true. I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis. Jeez!" He jumped at the sight of another naked statue in the garden, and Bree, who was already giggling at Kie, began laughing even harder at that.

The brunette girl furrowed her eyebrows once she gathered her composure again. "Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?"

"Yeah, dude," the blonde boy responded.

"Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?" the Heyward boy questioned, grabbing JJ's shoulder which caused all of them to pause so that the Maybank could explain.

"She was my babysitter, man. She told me all about it," JJ boy explained, glancing between all of his friends. "Told me the truth...about her mother and what happened in this house. So, as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, and she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn't believe it. Until that night?"

He paused for dramatic effect until John B finally exclaimed, "What night?"

"It all came back to her," the Maybank told them before looking up at the house. "When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in a sink full of blood. Her mother just says that she cut her finger. The next morning, she says her father and her split up, but then, Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlor constantly, in and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. And as she's using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father's head looking straight back at her."

"God, you are so full of shit," the Routledge boy groaned when his friend finished his story by pointing to fingers at his eyes.

The blonde boy defended, "Dude, I swear to God, man."

"Did she call the police?" Pope questioned, trying to get him to give them some solid evidence that would make his story at least a little bit more believable.

JJ answered, "She didn't have time."

"Sure," Bree muttered, not convinced. Well, she was convinced that JJ believed what he was saying but not that it was actually true.

"Dude!" the Maybank boy called when John B pushed past him and Pope quickly. When his friend spun around to face him, he continued. "You sure you wanna do this? She's an axe murderer. You got a cast on."

The brunette boy stared back at him in disbelief. "I don't give a shit if she's an axe murderer, okay? I got nothing to lose, right? You coming or what?" They followed him, crouching low and staying as quiet as they could for no reason at all. "Hey, come on. Come here. So here's the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark's letter."

"Okay, like, what kind of water? Like, pond water?" Pope questioned curiously.

JJ smiled, asking, "Bong water."

"No," the Routledge boy shook his head, and they all shot the blonde boy a look for him to shut up. "It just said look for water, okay?"

"That's the shittiest secret message ever," Bree commented before pushing her way past them and searching for something that could be considered the water that they were looking for.

"You wanna complain a little more, Bree?" John B quizzed with an annoyed voice as the others began to follow her. "Nobody said it was gonna be easy."

Pope turned to JJ as they decided it would be best to spilt up so that they could cover more ground in less time. "I'll search the northeast quadrant, you go with Bree to search the northwest."

"The decapitation quadrant," the blonde boy corrected.

Bree beckoned him over to her, and he reluctantly walked after her. "This way, neither of us will die alone."

"You're not funny," he mumbled. Luckily, it wasn't long before John B called them over again so that they were all together.

"Hey, psst! Hey, come on," he whisper-yelled, causing all of them to come into the clearing to see him crouching by an opening that went under the deck. "It's the only place we haven't looked."

JJ almost tripped over a log as he ran away from a bird and muttered, "Oh, shit."

"You're such an idiot," the Callaway girl told him, pushing the branches out of her way as she walked behind him, rolling her eyes every five seconds she was with him.

"Down came Mrs. Crain and cut off all our heads," the blonde boy sang as they stepped into the opening and explored below the deck. It looked pretty normal with some storage and dirt. "Up came the sun and dried up all the blood."

Bree glared at him. "Will you shut the fuck up?" He just stuck his tongue out at her but fell silent nonetheless. They got to a point where they were able to stand up instead of crouch, and the brunette girl stretched her back that hurt from all of the leaning over.

"See any water?" Kie questioned as they shone their flashlights, searching the space. Mosquitoes buzzed around them, and Bree swat them away from her. "Another dead end?"

"There's not even water on the pipes." The Maybank boy ran his hand along the rusty metal.

The Heyward boy confirmed, "There's not water here."

"Know why we didn't find it? Bad karma," the Carrera girl informed them, causing John B to run a hand through his hair. "You know, we had a good thing going. And then you decided to rope in Barbie, and now the trail's gone dry. Coincidence? Probably not."

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you about Sarah. What the hell's the deal? What's going on with you two?" the brunette boy told her.

Kie just shrugged, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" The Routledge boy did not seem convinced, but he was about to regret his next words. "Is it because I kissed you? Is that the problem?"

Then, she slapped him right across the face.

Bree and Pope audibly gasped and cursed while JJ exclaimed, "Oh, shit! That echoed, dude!"

"Stop treating me like I'm some girl that's obsessed with you instead of your best friend who's actually trying to look out for you," she ordered him with a sneer.

He was still in shock. "Did you, uh...Did you hit me?"

"Skeeter," she explained, holding up her hand so that he could see the squashed bug on it. Then, he did the exact same thing that she did to him, smacking her cheek. "Where's your proof?"

"Skeeter," he said simply, holding up his palm to reveal the insect. That started a war between the two that got more and more playful as it went along. However, the other three were more focused on the bugs landing on them.

Bree jumped when someone slapped her shoulder, and she whipped around to see the blonde boy with his hand up in surrender as a response. There was a small black mark on his hand that showed he was hitting a bug off of her.

Pope furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are there so many mosquitoes in a basement?"

"I know, dude," JJ breathed out as he continued to hit the air. "Tiny vampire bats, just leave me alone. Oh, my gosh! Okay, can we leave? 'Cause I'm already itching to leave."

"Punny," the Callaway girl giggled.

Her jaw dropped when the blonde boy picked up a creepy old doll. "I just found Mrs. Crain's voodoo doll, guys." Their attention shifted away from that when they heard rustling, and they turned around to see Pope moving some wood around frantically.

"Help me move this," he whispered while they all shushed him to do it more quietly. "Yeah, I know. Just help me move this." They all grabbed some wood and put it to the side to clear a space.

Kie told them, "She's probably right upstairs."

Then, they started moving the floorboards out of the way to reveal a huge hole in the ground. Once they finished uncovering it all, Bree realized that it was a very deep well.

"Well, well, well," the Heyward boy joked as they all crouched down above it.

John B, still in shock as he got down on his knees to get a closer look, mumbled, "That was a good dad joke."

"They built this part of the house right over it," Kie pointed out. "It was never an outhouse. She probably doesn't even know it's here."

"So...we found water," Pope stated the obvious, and they all looked up at John B, wondering what to do next.

"We're gonna need a really big rope."