overnight, I'd contacted one of the guys, Niall, and planned to meet up with him tomorrow.
we met up at a small coffee place that was going out of business, so we could have a private conversation.
"Hi," Niall said, shaking my hand, once I arrived at the coffee place.
We talked for about an hour and a half.
He said that yes, his parents were killed by Mary and Thomas.
It was very violent. Their eyes were torn out, and their hands and feet cut off.
I felt extremely sorry for poor Niall, he was only fourteen when it happened.
He said he would try to find the police files for the murder and some more details, but as of now I didn't have much information.
The door to the coffee shop opened, and Harry stood at the opening.
how does he know I'm here..
"Hey Elle," he said, smiling.
"I had no idea you'd be here! I love this place."
He looked extremely pale, and was sweating like crazy.
His eyes kept darting around the room, and his hands were shaking slightly.
"Harry, are you okay?" I asked. This was weird.
"Yeah! I'm fine! I've just been feeling under the weather. Who's this?" he nodded his head towards Niall.
"Oh just an old friend from highschool." I lied.

Harry looked like he knew I wasn't being truthful. Shit.
"Okay, I guess I'll see you back home." he left.
"Who was that?" Niall asked.
"My boyfriend. He's part of the reason I'm so concerned. He's been acting so weird lately, and we've been dating for two years and he's never acted like this."
"Oh ok. I have to go now but I'll call you when I know more."
we both left, and I arrived home.

I opened the door, and walked to Harry and I's bedroom.
"Harry?" I asked, opening the door to see Harry's back to me. He was staring at a blank wall, whispering to himself.
"Harry are you sure you're okay..?"
"Yes, I'm fine." his voice warping for a second, not sounding like him.
"Okay. I'm going to make dinner." I said, using that as an excuse to get out of that room.
It's obvious. Something is wrong with Harry.

Niall and I made plans for me to come to his house to see other files he had about what I was looking for.
When I arrived at his house, I note was taped to the door. it read "Come right in." so I did.
"Niall?" I said, a bit loudly.
no response.
I walked in to the kitchen, and gasped in horror.
Niall lay on the floor, with his neck twisted inhumanly and long, vertical, deep slits up his entire arms. Suicide? there was a note and a knife in his hand.
My hands shaking, tears falling from my eyes, I removed the knife from his strong grip, and grabbed the note, letting out some sobs.
I opened the note, and quickly dropped it, after reading it.
"What have I done?" written in blood.
I looked down at my hands, which had gloves on them.
None of my fingerprints would be left at the scene.
I grabbed the note, shoved it in my pocket.

I put my hands over my eyes, and sobbed.
I leaned down, and used two fingers to close Niall's eyes, which were wide open with horror.
I knew Niall couldn't have done this. He couldn't have...
Laying on the floor next to him were the files and photos I needed. I grabbed them, and shoved them into my backpack.
I kissed my hand, placed it on Niall's forehead.
Did I believe in God? It didn't seem like there was one right about now..
I stood up to leave, and walked to the door.

I opened the door, and stood in the doorway for a second, taking in what had just happened.
All of the sudden, the door to the kitchen slammed shut. Then I heard all the other doors in the house slam shut.
The glass of water that was on the table next to me smashed against the wall all by itself.
I ran.
What the fuck is happening? Am I going insane?

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