Part 4

"You don't have to do anything special" the boy suggested, looking at the man, "look," he pointed at the door, "the door's open, you could just go in and tell her to stop." The man eyed the boy. He put his tong over a tooth, the tooth, his favorite thinking tooth.
"Yeah" he said, "OK." He turned and marched towards the house, across number 8's rather similar yet less symmetrical lawn. It was at this point he realised with the boy's foot indents in his lawn, his lawn was no longer symmetrical, he sighed. The door was, as foretold, open. He strode in and stood in to the entrance hall. The wall's were quite a pleasant shade of beige, the carpet, almost pink. The TV was on in the room to his left, some sort of quiz show blaring out some sort of day time TV music. The sunlight streamed in, the birds were fluttering. He heard screams from up the stares then a muffling noise.
"Go on then." The boy said, who had appeared behind the man.
"You, wait outside," the man said sternly, "it's too dangerous"
"No"
"OK, but stay behind me"
They walked quickly up the stares. The rooms were just as well decorated.
"Beige" The man said, running a hand through his brown hair. He went for the door straight ahead. It was a wooden door. On it there was a little sign decorated by flowers. "Mary's room" it said. He turned to the boy. "It's happening in there" he whispered. The boy nodded and said,
"Going in?" The man turned to the door. He kicked it open.