Lakewood Murders chapter 3
The "letter" read as followed:
Hi dad, I know you barely know who I am, but after the move I was so excited to get the chance to meet you! Although Shane goes silent when I ask, and Ash yells… A lot. Neither of them tell me where you are now! I want to make you proud, so I hunt these creatures to try and show you I'm worth knowing! I'll meet you soon, I'm sure of it!
Signed, Derek.
"Shane!! Shane, dad, Shane, Shane, SHANE—" Derek had woken up long before dawn, Shane mumbling, "Derek..? What on earth… What time is it??"
"Shane, can I go in the woods and hunt ghosts… Pretty please?" Derek begged, Shane let out a sigh, dragging his hand down his face, "Sure, sure kiddo… Don't stay out too late, okay? And make sure you call me if anything happens.." Shane smiled, Derek immediately hopped off his bed, scampering to grab his backpack with his supplies; salt, a rosary, "holy water" (water with Dawn dish soap in it), and his trusty journal! Said journal included an entry on Mothman, ghosts, the anti-christ, and his new point of study; the Propists.
His eyes scanned the pages as he stood in his room, making sure all info was up to date. He soon bounced out of his room, happily slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Bye Shane! Love you!" Derek happily waved.
Derek's trot to the forest was peaceful, till he was hit with the bad feeling of something being off. Derek followed the smell of death and decay, only to find the source. Nathan Allery. The blood around the body surrounded it like an abstract halo. Derek froze, genuinely on the edge of vomiting, the moment he realized that Nathan's eye was completely out of socket was what broke him, he hadn't talked to Nathan much, but Shane had let him roam around town, thus bumping into him. They had shared a small talk, such as Nathan discussing his father's suicide, or what the cops said was suicide.
The amount of flesh torn on Nathan's face was enough to make Derek's vision blur with fear. Derek couldn't look away, studying the wounds, before a twig snapping in the distance alerted him. He gazed up, a blur of blonde and purple rushing away. This startled him into a sprint, digging around his bag for his phone.
Shane was on the couch, texting the blonde coworker from the amusement park, probably some stupid cat video or something, when the call came through, "Derek? Are you okay?"
"SOMEONEGOTKILLEDANDISAWAPERSON—" Derek sobbed into the phone's speaker, Shane immediately flinced, his body moving on impulse to his car, "I— I'll be there, bud… Give me a moment—!"
The drive home was silent, and Shane wondered;
Was this real? Was there really a dead body? No. Obviously not. Shane had to rationalize this. But then again
where was Ash during her nights?