Destiny

Chapter 20

I stood outside the door on the front porch. I looked around and everything about this place was in perfect condition. It was to perfect, especially for some place that was constantly surrounded by little kids. She raised her fist and was about to knock on the door when it opened for her. Standing on the inside of the door was a man. He was tall, taller than Sam but very skinny. I could clearly see all his bones pressing hard against his face and even his hands. He was wearing a white button up shirt that looked to be too large for him and black slacks that looked to be too tight and short. I could see his ankles and he was not wearing any socks with his white sneakers. 

I could not help but smile at him. His appearance was down rite amusing. When I looked back up to his face his bright blue eyes that where almost caved into his head where looking back at me. He tried to smile back at me but it just creped me out. There was something seriously wrong with this guy. I would figure out exactly what it is eventually. That I was shore of.

“Can I help you?” He asked me.

“I don’t know can you?” I responded to him sarcastically.

His smile seemed to widen.

“What is it you need?” He asked me.

“I am looking for Mark. Do you know where I can find him?” I asked him.

“You already have. I’m Mark.” He answered me.

“You’re Mark? The guy who owns this place?” I asked him.

 I could not believe this was the guy who owned and ran this camp. Only in Sunnydale would a parent leave there kids in his care.  It was not even that he looked weird because if I am being honest I am friends with people and things that look a lot worse. It was just something about him. There was something off. Something I don’t like. I would not trust him with my dog let alone my kids.  

“Well then it looks like I’m in the rite place.” I told him with a smile. “May I come in?” I asked him in a seductive voice.

He stepped aside so he was no longer blocking the door.

“Make yourself at home.” He told me as he fallowed me inside.

I walked down the hall and herd the door shut behind me. He walked over next to me and motioned for me to go sit in what looked to be a living room. Key word looked. I walked in and everything looked so old. All of the furniture, everything was ancient. The couch was one of those ones that rolled up at both ends and was covered in a red floral pattern. The tables and end tables seemed to be carved rite out of a thick piece of wood. The lamps looked to be made out entirely of crystal. There was a fire place and on the mantle sat a bunch of small stuffed animals. Like taxidermy. Real animals. Birds, mice, even a rat. Now that I looked around the room was full of dead things. They were everywhere.

He saw me looking at all the stuffed animals all around his house. I did not know what to say without saying something inappropriate. About a million Norman Bates jokes where running through my head. I was scared if I opened my mouth I would not be able to control what came out.

“What you don’t have a TV?” I asked him.

“No. No TV. Just me and my pets.” He answered me.

It took every ounce of self-control in my body which was not a lot to not laugh at him. His pets. Is that what he thought all of these things where. People don’t kill and stuff their pets. Well at least not normal people.

“How many pets do you have?” I asked him.

“123.” He answered without even thinking about it.