Dakota and I slipped into our clothes when we got back, not staying away as long as we had wanted. But with the strong possibility that Millie was a Wendigo, I didn't want to stay away too long.
"Why is it so dark?" Dakota asked as we headed up the back steps of his house. "I know it's late, but usually there's someone up. If not anything else, Faith should be awake. She rarely sleeps." He placed his hand on the door and paused. "Jess, stay here."
"No way," I said, right behind him. "If something's happened, then it's going to take both of us to do whatever needs to be done."
Dakota nodded. "Okay but let me go in first."
We headed into the kitchen, and there was no evidence of foul play. I turned on the light over the stove. Just enough light spilled into the room so we could see. We headed into the dining room and flipped on the light, and everything was in place.
But it was too quiet. Eerily Quiet.
