[~Song Recommendations: Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley & This Love by Taylor Swift~]
In the forest…
James along with his team were now climbing up the stairs; their steps were calm and composed. The team was sticking to each other not only for their boss' orders but because they were scared as well.
"HELP ME!" A scream reverberated throughout the whole mansion; Everyone paused in their step and it was Frank who first followed the origin of the voice. When he reached downstairs, he couldn't help but glare at the man weeping on the floor… his gun lying at a distance from him.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, STUPID?" His voice startled the cop and he looked up to meet his boss's eyes looking down at him.
"Th-There's someone b-e-h-i-n-d m-e h-o-l-d-i-n-g me…" He stuttered, but James didn't move by words rather he pointed the flashlight in a certain direction. When the cop looked his way, he smiled sheepishly; his stretched jacket was being held by a set of teeth.
