Am sorry for walking around your parking lot. David was my brother. He was not supposed to be out ever, but my dad was letting him out each night because he thought it made him feel better. It was not good. He would go over to your house almost every night. He liked the house. Thought it was like one from a good movie. He said he just liked to look at it. But then I saw when he started to try and get in. He said he would go the beds and look around. That’s why I walked around out there. He would leave if I came. Never liked to share. I know I wasn’t supposed to do it anymore. Your dad didn’t like it. But David told me not too long ago he knew your dad was gone and he was going to come back. He was going to move in. He was going to become the son. I had to stop him. I hope I did not ruin it for you. I saw the pretty girls each night. They were beautiful. I am sorry. I hope they don’t find me.
Stuck to the bottom of the letter was your standard Hello my name is nametag with the name Percy scrawled in red crayon.
I folded the letter up and stuck it into my pocket.
I was ready to call my parents. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed up the numbers, finally hit that little green button to send the signal out to my dad.
“Casey. What’s going on?”
I was relieved my dad actually picked up and sounded enthused. Some kind of authority must not have gotten ahold of him yet.
“Uh. Not too much. Something crazy happened though. Pretty bad. I have to tell you about it.”
“Ah yeah? What you have a party get busted or something? I’m sure it can’t be too bad.”
I paused for a few seconds. Not really knowing quite how to put it. I looked up to the second-story deck of the house and saw officials wheeling out bodies covered in white sheets.
“Actually, yeah, it’s, pretty bad.”