Chapter Twelve

When Ernest woke up the next morning, he felt so many emotions run through him and almost none of them had to do with Ariel.

Of course it bothers him that he has a crush on Ariel, but that was the least of his worries. He knows him and his friends saw a dead body last night. She couldn't have possibly just disappeared and there's no large animals in the woods. That must mean the killer came back, but why? Why would he come back? Was there something there he didn't want found?

"Ernest, breakfast is ready!" His mother yelled. Ernest sat up and walked downstairs to eat breakfast. "Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?" She asked as she cooked up some bacon. Ernest's right cheek laid into the palm of his hand. His eyes were baggy and hair was ruffled. He looked like he didn't get much sleep at all.

"What's sleep?