This place didn't look to bad, it had to be said. I'd expected some horrible, shabby building in the middle of nowhere. Admittedly, there wasn't much else around, but it felt like a good thing.
"Hello," The kind old woman said, reaching out her hand. "I'm Beverly and this is my husband, Floyd."
There was something about those names that made me want to laugh. They were such 'elderly' names. It was actually surprisingly comforting.
"Liam, and this is my..." I paused for a few seconds. "Uh, friend... Shawn" I shook Beverly's hand.
"Hello." Shawn said quietly, shaking Beverly'd hand this time.
As the couple began talking with the police officers, I observed my surroundings. The small house was painted a pure white colour and there were rose bushes dotted all over the front lawn. To be honest, it looked like a classic country home.
"How about we get inside?" Floyd smiled at Shawn and I.
Nodding our heads, we entered the house. They were probably going to explain what was going to happen next. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to hear it.
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