Museum Of The Supernatural

Dorian dropped me off at my front door.

I figured I should probably let my dad know I'd be at Professor Pops', so he didn't worry. It seemed like the responsible thing to do.

Tossing my backpack on the table, I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottled water.

"I'm home," I called out after taking a sip.

The cool liquid soothed my parched throat.

No one answered, so I went into the living room, then upstairs, where I knocked on their bedroom door.

They weren't home.

I made my way back downstairs.

On the kitchen counter leaned a folded piece of paper. It just said they'd gone out and would be back later.

"Fine. Two can play this game."

If I had a phone, they could've left me a message or texted me. I'd at least know when they were coming home.

Grabbing a pen, I flipped the paper over.

Next door at Mr. Henry's. I'll be back around nine, I wrote.

Up in my bedroom, I changed into a pair of black sweats, brushed through my hair, and walked over to Professor Pops' house.

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