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I stand and stare down at the marble plaque on the forest floor and read the engraving on it with tearfull eyes.
"Jonathan Adrian Toast. The best British Paranormal Investigator in the world, and a loyal friend. Always by your side, Johnny."
Just reading his name makes me break down again. I need to stay strong. For him. So I compose myself and turn my back on the stone tablet lying on freshly dug earth, ignoring the fact this is the last time I will ever be close to Johnny again, and make my way to a shabby apartment building near P.I.E HQ. I enter mine and Johnny's apartment room and look at the door leading to his bedroom. I slowly go over, and put my hand on the door knob. I've never been in his room, he always locked it. But it isn't locked this time as I turn the knob and push open the door.

Johnny's room is the same size as mine, but the walls are painted red and white, with a blue carpet. A neatly made bed is next to a small window, and a desk with a lamp is on the chest of drawers against the bed. Instead of a wardrobe is a desk covered with piles of books, and a wooden chest is next to the door. I go over to the desk and survey the room, noticing how neat and tidy it is, compared to my scruffy and messy room. Turning my attention to the desk, I see, amongst other keepsakes and things, a small metal locket in the shape of a tiny book. I gently pick it up and open it, the tears springing back to my eyes as I see the one picture in the frame; A photo of me and Johnny smiling and high fiving after our first job together, with Partners written above, and Friends written below. A pain nags in my chest as I see how happy he was, how carefree he was, how excited he was. I close the locket suddenly and put it gingerly in my pocket. I turn my back on his room and walk out into the sitting room, feeling a bit better.

That is, until I look at the coffee table, where a yellow piece of torn paper is laying. That paper was not there before, I'm sure. And even though my mind is strongly against picking up, my curiosity gets the better of me as I scoop the paper up. And my eyes widen with terror as I see the words, written in red ink. At least, I hope that's ink. Because I wouldn't be suprised as my eyes scan the small sentance written. And I repeat it, my voice clashing with the higher voice of Jimmy at the same time.

"Come play with me, Gregory. I'm waiting."

Description
I stand and stare down at the marble plaque on the forest floor and read the engraving on it with tearfull eyes.
"Jonathan Adrian Toast. The best British Paranormal Investigator in the world, and a loyal friend. Always by your side, Johnny."
Just reading his name makes me break down again. I need to stay strong. For him. So I compose myself and turn my back on the stone tablet lying on freshly dug earth, ignoring the fact this is the last time I will ever be close to Johnny again, and make my way to a shabby apartment building near P.I.E HQ. I enter mine and Johnny's apartment room and look at the door leading to his bedroom. I slowly go over, and put my hand on the door knob. I've never been in his room, he always locked it. But it isn't locked this time as I turn the knob and push open the door.

Johnny's room is the same size as mine, but the walls are painted red and white, with a blue carpet. A neatly made bed is next to a small window, and a desk with a lamp is on the chest of drawers against the bed. Instead of a wardrobe is a desk covered with piles of books, and a wooden chest is next to the door. I go over to the desk and survey the room, noticing how neat and tidy it is, compared to my scruffy and messy room. Turning my attention to the desk, I see, amongst other keepsakes and things, a small metal locket in the shape of a tiny book. I gently pick it up and open it, the tears springing back to my eyes as I see the one picture in the frame; A photo of me and Johnny smiling and high fiving after our first job together, with Partners written above, and Friends written below. A pain nags in my chest as I see how happy he was, how carefree he was, how excited he was. I close the locket suddenly and put it gingerly in my pocket. I turn my back on his room and walk out into the sitting room, feeling a bit better.

That is, until I look at the coffee table, where a yellow piece of torn paper is laying. That paper was not there before, I'm sure. And even though my mind is strongly against picking up, my curiosity gets the better of me as I scoop the paper up. And my eyes widen with terror as I see the words, written in red ink. At least, I hope that's ink. Because I wouldn't be suprised as my eyes scan the small sentance written. And I repeat it, my voice clashing with the higher voice of Jimmy at the same time.

"Come play with me, Gregory. I'm waiting."