Will

Strange. I thought I heard the Sheriff coming back, but the house is still quiet. I close the door to the basement with a sigh. As I head into the living room, I feel a chill run down my spine. There's always been something odd about this house, but it's as if I just realized how surreal this is. That all the lights are on with nobody around.

All of a sudden I hear steps in the hall. I turn, half expecting the Sheriff and half expecting a demon. The face that I see is one I never thought I'd see again.

"Henry?"

He tenses. "Will. It's been awhile."

I shrug my shoulders, unsure of how to react. It had been years since I had last seen my brother.

"Why are you here, Will?"

"The same reason you are. I saw the lights."

Henry shakes his head. "No. You swore that you'd never come back. So why are you here?"

I blink. "What do you mean?"

He falls silent. Even though he's older, I've grown a bit taller than him. "Will, stay away from him, please. I can fix this."

I scowl. "How, Henry? How can you defend him after what he did to you?"

Henry frowns. "Will, I'm sorry. But this is for the best." In a flash of movement, he shoves me. I fall backward, sliding down the stairs and hitting my head on the bottom. The door shuts and locks.