Dennis pov

I snuck into the house. The first two girls I decided to take were slender and wore cheerleaders outfits. A part of me thought about them dancing. They had long dark hair. Sisters. Twins I think. They look the same.

I walked to the door and turned the nob after wiping it off. They never even locked it. One was siting on the couch. Her back to me. I took the rag out held it over her face. He tried to scream, but it was muffled. She squirmed then went limp. I left her there for now. I heard music upstairs. The other. I slowly went up the steps. The door was open a crack and this girl was dancing in her room, hopping around to music. I couldn't help but watch, but I had casey so the desire to watch her was less than that to take these girls back to the house for him.

I rushed the room and sprayed her in the face. She froze when she saw me. I carried her down stairs and set her next to her sister. I opened the garage and pulled my car in. I hurried. I grabbed the girls and threw them in the back and left. I rushed home and pulled into my driveway. I parked and grabbed one girl.

I carried her in and saw casey took the shoes but not her note. I brought one girl down, then the next. I came back up and padlocked the door.

"Casey?" I called. No answer. "Casey?" I called again and grew angry. I rushed upstairs and banged on the door. It didn't open. I slammed into it and broke the handel and opened it. I saw the sheets going out the window. That's it.

I flew down the stairs skipping steps. I got out to the back of the house were the sheets hung out her window.

"CASEY!" I screamed and started running. I don't know how far she got or how long ago she left but I will find her.

I did my best to hunt her down. The ground was soft in the woods. In patches of dirty I found footprints and followed. I lost he a few times when it was mainly leaves.

"Casey!" I called over and over. I was hoping she'd come to her senses and come back to me. If she comes back to me then I'll be easier on her. If she doesn't, I don't know what I'll do. Something bad most likely.