Angel, Devil and Invisible

Jo's POV
UGH! I've been down here for days! I swear I'm going insane,for one,this place is sound-proof. "Hey,Harry,next time you make a cleverly-hidded mini house where people won'tbe able to find you so you can do whatever the hell you want,DON'T MAKE IT SOUND-PROOF BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU'RE DEVIL BROTHERS ARE GOING TO TURN INTO PSYCHOPATHS AND KIDDNAPP ALL YOUR FRIENDS!!!!!!!!"

GREAT!!! I'm talking to myself!!!!! Somebody,help!!!!

I walk around and look for any point of exit without a lock. He has no windows,this thing is soundproof,the doors are locked....

"He really went all out,I mean he never wanted to be fou-what the....?" My statement turns into a question as I spot a hint of an outline of a cellar door. "But why would Harry have a cellar in here?" I wonder out loud. There's no logical explanation,I decide,after 10 long minutes of thinking. To hell with it,I need answers.

I reach for the outline,and pull it up,and it's more like an old family photo album,but in these,there were five boys,for who looked exactly alike and another.

I flip one of the photos over,and read,'Harry,James,Marcel,Nick,and Mike"

"Nick and Mike?" I say,thinking. after less than two seconds,my curiosity gets the better of me,and I contenue digging,finding hundreds of photos of the five,but,then there's one,their 5th birthday pic,where it's just those three. Harry seemed distant,Marcel and James were smiling and laughing and almost seemed a little too happy.

I flip it over,to find Harry's wrighting,letters sprawled accross,spelling hundreds of things,but two lines stuck out.

I gasped as I read them.

I can't believe it!!!!

It just couldn't be!!

I have to find a way out! NOW!!!!

RIGHT NOW!!!! I HAVE TO GET THE OTHERS OUT!! I HAVE TO PROTECT HARRY!!!
"HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!! PLEASE!!!!"I scream at the top of my lungs,hitting the door as hard as I can,"ANYBODY!!!"

Mr.Styles came by and opened the door,and I was littlerally shaking,"Oh my God,Mr.Styles,thank you!"I say,as I run out.

Once I'm out I immeadiatly run to the shack and fling the door open to see....
that they aren't there.

Mrs.Styles walks up behind me,"Jo? What are you doing? You know James doesn't like anyone in here,it's his own little creative room,a lot Like Marcel's upstairs.But,really-"

As she goes on,I realize something..

THEIR 5TH BIRTHDAY PARTY WAS HELD IN THE SHACK!!

I turn around and look at her,"Where is James?"

"Dear,I can't say,it's a bit of a-"

"Where is James?"

"Why?"

"Mrs.Styles,tell me! This is a dangerous situation! James ha-"

"oh,dear,"She looks at Mr.Styles,"She gone crazy like everyone else who's ever been back there."

Mr.Styles starts,"Always going on about some fifth birthday and two other young lads,a lot like Harry."

Mrs.Styles talks next,"Oh,Harry was never right in the brain,especially after his fifth birthday,kept going on about some two other boys..."

"What are you talking about!"I scream,"Harry is fine,if anyone,James isn't right in the brain!!! I'm Not Crazy! Niether is Harry! Those photographs-"

"Photographs?" the voice of possibly the scariest person on earth right now spoke up behind me.

Right then,I ran.

Where?

I didn't know,but I knew I had to get out of there!

Those 2 lines echoed in my brain

"James killed them,but they think I made them up"

Notes

-J.J.
Sorry,I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this.