Jacquelyn and I tore up the stairs screaming all the way and we didn’t stop until we got to my room. We didn’t hear Micah chasing us and we had no idea if Joey was being skinned and stuffed into the oven.
“Boy your cook can be scary!” Jacquelyn whispered.
“Oh believe me; you don’t ever want to call her a cook to her face. Make sure you say Chef or she’s libel to cook you too.” I warned her.
“Good to know!” she said holding tightly to the back of my onsie.
After a minute or two we peeked out of the door; we didn’t see anyone in either direction so we felt safe in venturing out in search of our captured comrade. We quietly crept down the stairs but we couldn’t hear any sign of Joey or Micah.