A short girl with broad eyes walked towards me. She examined my leg and asked for the first aid kit. Aron brought it for her. She patched my leg injury due to the log.

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She asked, “That looks fresh.” I replied, “A log was on my leg when I woke up. I had to remove it to get out. My leg must have splintered then.”

The girl replied, “My name is Debbie. I saw that on my licence. You should also check your wallet. Maybe you find something.” I thought it was a good idea. I checked my wallet. My licence read Dexter. My name was Dexter.

I said, “My name is Dexter.” Everyone introduced themselves then and a small part of the great unsolved mysteries of this paranormal haunting came to an end. The brunette who didn’t trust me was Molly.

The boy standing next to her who had long hair and mischievous eyes was Chan. The short girl next to her was Sarah and the person still unconscious was Ned. We all hoped he had some answers.

Aron introduced me to the three people that were in the kitchen with a fourth one unconscious there. They were Dolly, Sidney, Ronald and the unconscious one had no ID. So we didn’t know who he was.

Aron showed me the rest of the place as the others waited for the unconscious ones to wake up. As we were coming down the stairs, I slipped on the last few and dropped something from my pants.

It was a revolver. How did a revolver get into my pants? The people in the cottage did not trust me after that. They asked me about it and I didn’t know anything. They accused me of putting them there and Aron and I also had a bit of a row on this.

But fortunately Debbie came in between us and stopped us. She said, “Until there is no proof we all have to stick together and find out what the hell has happened to us. Not fight over small petty accusations.

I don’t trust any of you and that’s the way it should be. Any one of us could be the one who put us here. But till we get some evidence all of us have to work together. So stop fighting!”

Chan cleverly made a punchline to ease the tension, “Guys, I just hope this is not a haunting. What if this house has the haunted basement? I would be scared to death.”

As this was going down we heard Ned waking up. We went towards the living room. I asked, “Hey buddy… Is this your home?”