The house was quite an amazing idea on Gerard’s part. The ivy covered walls formed the perfect grave for those we got rid of. Everyone who smelled the decaying, rotting bodies? They attributed it to the so-called ‘fact’ that the house was haunted. Perfection was so close, yet so far. Something felt quite right about all of this. The town was getting scared. They all feared that they would be next. I was sure that soon enough, the police would catch on to the fact that the “kidnapping” was not what it seemed. We were just out to have fun in all of this, and we really didn’t care about what they thought. We knew that we could easily hide the evidence.

“You do realize that our house will get too crowded eventually, don’t you?” Frank said. It was true. One of the bedrooms was almost full at that point, and soon we would have to start stacking the bodies to make them fit. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant thing to do, but where else would we put them? The bodies of 10 people were already starting to decay.

“We could always bury them in the back yard.” I waved him off. It had gotten around town that Frank and I had kissed, thanks to Gerard, his brother Mikey, and his friend, Ray. It was interesting that they hadn’t yet found out about us. Gerard hardly ever came out of the house before, always staying home to play video games with Mikey and Ray. Now, all of a sudden, Gerard was going out every night. I knew they had to be suspecting something, probably a secret relationship. Well, they knew about Frank and I now, so that theory was just about disproven. I knew they knew something was up. I knew they were going to try something. I knew exactly how to counter whatever they did.
Police. There were lots of them. They were swarming Gerard’s front lawn. Mikey had phoned in that he knew who the “kidnapper” was. He suspected Gerard. It was what he deserved for spreading it around town about Frank and I. It wasn’t like I didn’t want people to find out, it was just that I considered my personal life not suit for the whole town. They wouldn’t find any evidence anyway. I was very careful about my clean-ups. Everything would just blow over by morning... or so we thought. Apparently someone had spotted Gerard and two other “mysterious figures” with an old man we dismembered a few nights before. I had told him to put his hood up, but NO. He had to keep it down. It was “too warm for hoods” that night. An older policeman walked up to Frank and I the next day while we were walking to Gerard’s house. “Excuse me.” He said, with authority he wanted to believe he had.

“May I have a word with you two?” Frank and I nodded. What was the worst he could do. I squeezed Frank’s hand tight, as if to say “Act natural and go along with what I do”.

“What would you like to speak to us about, sir?” I said, batting my eyelashes a bit. It makes it so much easier to lie.

“I have reports that you were seen with Gerard Arthur Way on the night of the disappearance of Mr. Stephan A. Thomson. Is this false?” He questioned.

“No sir. It’s as true as it gets.” I stated in my ‘I’m-innocent-and-wonderfully-kind’ voice.

“I see.” The officer said, scribbling down a few words on a notepad.

“Were you the two individuals with him when a woman spotted him with Mr. Thomson?” We nodded.

“Good, good. Might I ask what you were doing with him?”

“Of course, officer. Well, with all of the recent disappearances, we figured we might as well walk him home, just to be sure.” I stated.

“I see. Why isn’t your friend talking?” The officer idiot said, eyeing Frank.

“I have laryngitis.” Frank said, his voice a scratchy whisper.

“Okay, your story checks out with the witness. You are free to go. Sorry to bother you.”

Notes

That was quite a close call...