concerned, Cody was staying at Zach’s house like they would do often. The boys would roam free in just one day.
Cody was sitting in his room, and then the phone rang,
“Hello?” answered Cody.
“Hey, it’s Zach. I wanted to run something by you. Suppose we do find something out of the ordinary, then can we call the police?” said Zach.
“Absolutely! It’s like we have said all along, Zach. This could be nothing, or this could be something,” Cody shot back to his friend.
“I know. I just wanted to make sure we were not going to try to be superheroes and take the man down with our bare hands,” said Zach.
“No, not at all. Our best defense is our legs, Zach. If something seems wrong or we get into trouble, we need to get out of there,” explained Cody, and there was seriousness in his tone.
“I agree, let’s just not leave each other hanging. I have your back, buddy,” Zach said genuinely.
“I know you do, and I have yours. Let’s get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow. Also, pack a book bag of things we will need. Flashlights and tear the map of Crestwood out of the phone book and bring it, in case we get lost in the dark on the way home,” said Cody.
“Okay, good idea. Good night, dude,” Zach responded.
“Good night, buddy,” said Cody.
That night, Cody had one long dream with no talking in it.
Cody’s Papa was standing outside with him, waiting to cross the street of a busy intersection. When the stoplight turned red, the two of them started walking toward the street on the other side. It was Braxton Street. His Papa stopped when they got to the street while Cody continued on.
As the boy turned around, he saw the same worried look on his face from previous dreams, and the index finger of the old man was pointing down. As Cody walked farther down the street, his grandfather faded in the distance. Cody was alone. The black Cadillac sat in the driveway of 1291 Braxton.
The boy walked by the Cadillac and into the backyard. Though it was pitch-dark, Cody could see all kinds of debris in the backyard. Right as he was getting to the back door of the house, there was a loud scream. Everything went black, and the dream ended. The dream occurred multiple times in the night.
Cody woke up at two in the morning drenched in sweat. The boy sat up in bed and looked above his head on the bottom part of the top bunk. There, stuffed in between the support bars, was a pewter guardian angel that his mother had given to him when his Papa died. The angel had been on the visor of his grandfather’s car before he died. When his mother gave it to him, she told her son that his Papa would always be watching over him. Cody reached up, touched the angel, and then fell back asleep shortly after.
It seemed like as soon as Cody closed his eyes, it was time to get up on Saturday morning. There was a knock on his door.
“Cody, are you up? I need you to watch your sister for a couple of hours while I run to the grocery store,” his mother’s voice came through the door.
“I’m up, Mom,” said Cody, his voice a little hoarse from waking up. “Let me change and brush my teeth, then I’ll be right down.”
“Okay, but please hurry. I need to be at the bus stop in twenty minutes,” Cody’s mother said, walking away from the door.
Georgiana didn’t own a car. She took the bus everywhere, even to work in the morning. The grocery store was about three miles down Bunting, and the bus stopped right in front of it.
“All right, Mom, I’ll be right down,” Cody politely yelled so she could hear him.
He hopped out of bed and went straight to his desk, opening the bottom drawer with the secret compartment. Cody pulled out all the items in the drawer and stuffed them into a drawstring sack. Then he opened his top drawer, took out a small black flashlight, and dropped it in the bag also.
Cody hung the bag on the back of his desk chair and walked downstairs.
“Morning, Ol!” he said to his sister, who
Cody was sitting in his room, and then the phone rang,
“Hello?” answered Cody.
“Hey, it’s Zach. I wanted to run something by you. Suppose we do find something out of the ordinary, then can we call the police?” said Zach.
“Absolutely! It’s like we have said all along, Zach. This could be nothing, or this could be something,” Cody shot back to his friend.
“I know. I just wanted to make sure we were not going to try to be superheroes and take the man down with our bare hands,” said Zach.
“No, not at all. Our best defense is our legs, Zach. If something seems wrong or we get into trouble, we need to get out of there,” explained Cody, and there was seriousness in his tone.
“I agree, let’s just not leave each other hanging. I have your back, buddy,” Zach said genuinely.
“I know you do, and I have yours. Let’s get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow. Also, pack a book bag of things we will need. Flashlights and tear the map of Crestwood out of the phone book and bring it, in case we get lost in the dark on the way home,” said Cody.
“Okay, good idea. Good night, dude,” Zach responded.
“Good night, buddy,” said Cody.
That night, Cody had one long dream with no talking in it.
Cody’s Papa was standing outside with him, waiting to cross the street of a busy intersection. When the stoplight turned red, the two of them started walking toward the street on the other side. It was Braxton Street. His Papa stopped when they got to the street while Cody continued on.
As the boy turned around, he saw the same worried look on his face from previous dreams, and the index finger of the old man was pointing down. As Cody walked farther down the street, his grandfather faded in the distance. Cody was alone. The black Cadillac sat in the driveway of 1291 Braxton.
The boy walked by the Cadillac and into the backyard. Though it was pitch-dark, Cody could see all kinds of debris in the backyard. Right as he was getting to the back door of the house, there was a loud scream. Everything went black, and the dream ended. The dream occurred multiple times in the night.
Cody woke up at two in the morning drenched in sweat. The boy sat up in bed and looked above his head on the bottom part of the top bunk. There, stuffed in between the support bars, was a pewter guardian angel that his mother had given to him when his Papa died. The angel had been on the visor of his grandfather’s car before he died. When his mother gave it to him, she told her son that his Papa would always be watching over him. Cody reached up, touched the angel, and then fell back asleep shortly after.
It seemed like as soon as Cody closed his eyes, it was time to get up on Saturday morning. There was a knock on his door.
“Cody, are you up? I need you to watch your sister for a couple of hours while I run to the grocery store,” his mother’s voice came through the door.
“I’m up, Mom,” said Cody, his voice a little hoarse from waking up. “Let me change and brush my teeth, then I’ll be right down.”
“Okay, but please hurry. I need to be at the bus stop in twenty minutes,” Cody’s mother said, walking away from the door.
Georgiana didn’t own a car. She took the bus everywhere, even to work in the morning. The grocery store was about three miles down Bunting, and the bus stopped right in front of it.
“All right, Mom, I’ll be right down,” Cody politely yelled so she could hear him.
He hopped out of bed and went straight to his desk, opening the bottom drawer with the secret compartment. Cody pulled out all the items in the drawer and stuffed them into a drawstring sack. Then he opened his top drawer, took out a small black flashlight, and dropped it in the bag also.
Cody hung the bag on the back of his desk chair and walked downstairs.
“Morning, Ol!” he said to his sister, who
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