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Authors: Trisha Leaver

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Creed (7 page)

Luke came up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Slow down for a minute. What are you looking for?”

“Nothing,” I said, walking farther into the room.

I opened the closet, half expecting a dead body to fall into my arms. Instead, I saw a row of perfectly ironed clothes and smelled the faint hint of bleach. Shoes lined the floor—four pairs, all the black, tie-up, dressy kind. I backed up to get a view of the wooden shelf above the clothing rod and caught a glint of something shiny. Standing on my tiptoes, I slid my hand across the shelf, hoping to ease it forward. Cursing, I pulled my hand away and brought my finger to my mouth, tasting blood. Whatever was up there was sharp.

“Let me see,” Luke said, holding his hand out for mine.

“No, it’s fine. Just get me whatever is up there.”

Luke didn’t have to stretch to reach the top shelf. He stood back to get a clear view, then grabbed it. He stared at the objects for a second before holding them out for me to see: a stack of shallow metal bowls and what looked like a scalpel. I eyed the razor-sharp knife nervously, then went for the bowls.

“What are these, dog food bowls?” I asked, wondering why somebody would store them with their clothes. From what I knew of the downstairs, there were plenty of other pantry-like closets to store them in. Plus, there was no sign of a dog. No toys, no food, not even a stray hair on the couch cushions.

Luke shrugged. “That’d be my guess.”

“What about the knife?” I asked, curious to see how he was going to explain that away.

“Room looks freshly painted,” Mike offered up. “Maybe they used it to get the paint off the windows.”

I didn’t smell paint—not downstairs, not up here—but okay. I took the bowls from Luke’s hand and set them on the edge of the shelf, then gave them a quick shove to get them as close to their original position as possible. As for the blade, well, I’d let Luke figure out what to do with that.

“I want to check the other closets.”

“We checked the rooms last night, including the closets,” Mike said as I turned to close the closet door. “We checked under the beds too. There’s nothing up here.”

As the closet door clicked shut, the soft thump of wood on wood echoed through the room. I debated whether to reach for the knob again or run. Logic overrode my fear, and I eased the closet door back open. Three hooks lined the inside of the door. Two of them held coats, the sleeves of each hiding what rested on the hook between them.

Moving the coats aside, I saw a tiny piece of rawhide that held a slab of wood in place. I fingered the cord briefly before picking it up. It was heavy, polished, and beautifully crafted, but there was no mistaking what it was: a paddle. The same one mentioned in the book. The same one used on whatever kid was unlucky enough to live here.

I turned it over and saw the inscription. I read it once to myself, then again out loud:

I will warn you whom to fear: fear him who,
after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell.
—Luke 12:5.

It wasn’t the quote that scared me, but the name.
Luke
.

I let the paddle fall back into place and turned to Luke. “Did you find that yesterday?” I yelled. “Did you see
that
when you searched the closets?”

Mike stayed silent, his eyes looking everywhere but at me. Luke shrugged, and that was answer enough. They’d found it. Ten bucks said that was why Luke had searched the other houses. He’d left me asleep in this messed-up place so he could wander around and see if the other houses held the same bizarre stuff.

I shoved my way past Luke. I wanted to know what other things were hidden up here, see exactly what else they’d found and
not
told me about.

The other two bedrooms were nearly identical to the first. The only difference was they both held twin beds instead of a full. Same frames, same pine bureaus, same insanely creepy cross hanging on the wall.

I checked the closet in the first room, making sure to inspect the inside of the door. No hooks on this one and hardly any clothes. Two pairs of pants and a handful of white shirts were all that hung in there. There weren’t even any shoes.

Mike put out his hand to stop me as I moved to the last of the three bedrooms. “The closet in there is pretty much empty. Nothing but some clothes. I swear.”

I shot him a glare, one that I hoped let him know how little I believed him. “Yeah right, Mike. Like the first one was? ‘There’s nothing there, Dee.’ Sure,
nothing but a surgical knife and a paddle used to beat kids. What are you going to tell me next? That the insane manual we found in the kitchen is nothing more than an overdue library book?”

Mike went to fire something back, but Luke cut him off. “Let it go, Mike. If she wants to check the rest of the closets, let her.”

I turned back to Luke, a little bit of my anger easing as I saw the apology in his eyes. Like always, he’d only been trying to protect me. It hadn’t worked, and now he’d let me take control, knowing full well that I needed to see for myself what we were dealing with.

I scanned the room, my gaze landing on a folded-up sheet of paper lying on the floor next to the dresser. Half of it was stuck behind the bureau, and I had to tug it free.

It was creased, as if it had been crumpled up and tossed aside. I laid it on the dresser and smoothed it out. The paper was thick, and at the very top was a seal. A gold cross. I squinted to make out the tiny inscription:
Purity Springs. Est. 1856
. I kept reading, the fancy script making the letters more prominent. A few lines in and it became clear what it was—a death certificate, complete with a name, birth date, occupation, even marital status. What it lacked was a date of death.

I cringed when I saw the name, my mind flashing back to the book I’d found in the kitchen drawer. It was as if I still held it, could feel the worn pages in my hand, smell the ink and years of use pouring from its pages. The name—Joseph—was written in the margin of that book. That same name was written here, neatly typed on a half-completed death certificate.

I’d never seen an actual death certificate before, but my gut told me that most people didn’t leave them lying around their house … in their bedroom of all places. “Who the hell is Joseph Hawkins?” I asked.

“Is that what I think it is?” Mike asked, snatching the paper from my hands. “And why isn’t it dated? You think this guy’s already dead?”

Luke leaned in and stared at the morbidly disturbing piece of paper. “I didn’t see that last night. Honest, Dee, I didn’t.”

Didn’t matter whether he’d seen it or not; it was there.

I inched backward, my stomach twisting as the first wave of bile rose in my throat. “We can’t stay here. These people aren’t right. I don’t care if I have to walk two hundred miles to the next town, I’m not staying here.”

I ran out of the room and down the stairs, not waiting to see if Luke and Mike were following me. Luke caught me on the bottom step and put his hand on my arm to silence my quickly rising panic. “Dee, wait.”

“I’m not staying,” I said, my voice cracking with fear. “I’m leaving. Now!”

“We weren’t planning on staying,” Mike said.

I turned toward Mike’s voice. He had my shoes and socks in one hand and a worn brown coat I’d never seen before in the other. I shuddered at the thought of putting on that coat. I couldn’t help but wonder who it belonged to, if the owner of that coat was on the giving or receiving end of discipline.

“I’m not wearing anything that belonged to these people,” I said.

“The snow may have stopped, but it’s colder than yesterday,” Luke explained as he took the coat from Mike’s hand and held it out for me to put on. “And we’ve got a long walk.”

I yanked my shoes and socks from Mike’s hand and jammed my feet into them. Mike’s jacket was sitting by the front door, draped over a heating vent, sucking up warmth. I grabbed it and shoved my hands through the sleeves, then stepped outside into the early morning light. “If you’re so worried about the cold, then you wear it.”

NINE

Every foul word I knew hissed from my mouth as I struggled to regain my balance on the snow-covered walkway. Luke was right. It was freezing, and everything was as slippery as hell. And it was going to be a long, cold walk out of this town.

The front door slammed behind me and I kept walking, refusing to turn back. I had no intention of ever laying eyes on that house again.

“Dee, wait,” Luke called after me. The skating sound of sneakers on ice-caked snow approached, and I slowed to a crawl. No matter how much I wanted to lash out, I wouldn’t blame any of this on him.

“What?” I asked as I whirled around to face him.

Luke skidded in my direction, had to reach out and grip the mailbox in order to stop.

“At least slow down a little,” he said. “The car is over a mile out, and one of us is gonna break something if we’re not careful.”

“I’ll take a broken leg over staying in this house any day,” I fired back.

Mike reached out to stop me before I took off farther down the road. I yanked my arm away and sent myself sliding in every direction until I landed on my butt.

“We weren’t supposed to be here,” I yelled at everybody and nobody. “We should’ve been sitting in the hotel’s hot tub debating what to order from room service.”

“That’s not the point, Dee,” Luke said. “We’re—”

“It’s totally the point. If I—”

“Both of you shut up for a minute,” Mike said, waving us to a stop. “Luke, did you hit
all
the houses on this street last night?”

“No, only five or six. Why?”

We followed Mike’s gaze across the street. When we’d gotten here last night, it was getting dark and the town was more than empty—it was brutally silent. Now I could see what looked like footprints in the slushy snow, and despite the fact that the sun was slowly rising, every porch light on the street was turned on.

“Tell me you turned those on last night,” I said to Luke. “Please tell me you forgot to turn them off after you searched the houses.”

Luke shook his head, not bothering to even try and ease my fear.

“That means somebody’s here. That somebody probably knows
we’re
here. That somebody turned those lights on even though it’s already morning, just to make sure we know they’re here,” I said.

“Oh, not merely somebody. Trust me on that.”

We turned in unison at the sound of the voice, our gaze landing on a shadowy figure rounding the corner of the house we’d spent the night in. He kept walking toward us, coming close enough that I could make out the top button on his grungy, khaki-colored pants. I looked up into his eyes, trying to read his intentions. But they were dark and empty, and, if I had to guess, not a day older than mine.

Luke stepped in front of me, shielding me from the boy’s view. “You take one step closer and I’ll kill you,” he warned.

The kid threw up his hands, assuring us he meant no harm, but I wasn’t buying it. “He’s not alone,” I whispered. I didn’t see anybody with him, but I didn’t have to see them to know we were being watched. I could feel eyes tracking our every move.

Mike caught what I said and took two steps back. He turned in a complete circle, then shook his head. He’d seen the same thing as me—absolutely nothing.

Luke put a hand on his brother’s shoulder when Mike went to approach the boy. Mike shook him off, his eyes never leaving the kid’s as he spoke. “Seriously, Luke? There are three of us and one of him.”

I doubted that was the case, and after reading those few short passages in that book, I didn’t believe that anybody in this town was completely harmless. Maybe last night I was fine with asking complete strangers for help, but not now. Surrounded by vacant, phoneless houses and creepy manuals … if we were smart, we’d cut our losses and run.

I gripped Luke’s hand and jerked hard. There was something about the boy I didn’t like, something that made me feel threatened. “I have a strange feeling about him, Luke. Please, can we go?”

“Are you kidding?” Mike argued. “He’s the first person we’ve seen, and I have some questions I want answered.”

“I’m with Dee,” Luke said, lowering his voice to a nearly inaudible level. “You have no clue what she’s been through, Mike. None. Let me handle this.”

I knew that’s all Luke would say. It was an agreement we’d made last year when he’d begged me to tell him why I still flinched sometimes when he touched me. It had taken some prodding on his part, but I finally told him about my dad, the group homes, and the three foster families I’d lived with before finding the Hoopers. That night, Luke promised me that he would keep my past a secret and keep me safe.

Luke might have broken through my carefully fortified walls, but even now he still had to put up with a lot of my crap. He’d learned the hard way not to trap me against the lockers for a kiss and realized that tackling me on the bed to tickle me often landed him a knee to the balls instead of sex. But I was better now, or so everyone thought.

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