Bryan's pov

I looked at the things I found in the boxes upstairs.
I laid them out on my coffee table.

A leather jacket with a skull on the back,
A journal filled with short stories,
The poem from Joey to Lily,
A poster for a festival,
And the journal I found in the baseboard upstairs.

Jon read the book out loud, and he and I were horrified.
Joey went crazy.
"So, we have a bunch of unrelated items and a creepy book, where do we go?" Jon asked, annoyed.
"I don't know-" I was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was Lefty.
I answered.
"Yeah, " I answered.
"Bryan, Jason's having a panic attack." Lefty shouted, and I winced at how loud he was.
"What?" I asked," When we left, he was calm."
"I don't know what happened. He spaced out, and he started saying.' He stole them' over and over," He said, and I remembered.
Jason might have had another memory. And by the sound of it a terrifying one.
"Thanks, lefty," I said and hung up.
I looked at a confused Jon.
"Jasons having a panic attack grab the things we have to get to the park." I said, and he grabbed the things.

At the park, we both ran into my room and found Jadon crying on the couch.
"H-he stole them" He stuttered between sobs.
"Stole who?" I asked, confused.
"My family, my friends." He muttered.
"Who stole them?" Jon asked.

"What?" I asked, confused.
"That's impossible Malachi is just something from a book." Jon stated. "He isn't real."
"He is.....as soon as we entered that between dimension, we were all Separated, stripped, and collared forced onto us." Jason cried out. "When I saw them again...." Jason trailed off.
"Jason, you don't need to talk about this; I know it must be painful," I said, sitting next to him.
"Bryan, we need the most information we can get," Jon said," I know it might be painful, but what happened?"
Jason sniffed and wiped the tears away.
"Well they were different, the guards called us pets, and Joey wasn't there, and we had to wait on our knees in some old dusty throne room,

March 17th, 1955
Jason's pov

I've been on my knees for hours, or maybe what felt like hours,
This floor is freezing on my knees, and this room doesn't look like it's been cleaned in years.
The ground started shaking—an earthquake?
No......it was a rhythm, like footsteps. Giant, slow, footsteps. And by the sounds. They were coming this way................

(An: If anyone is a fan of the story 'The employees' I posted a new chapter so check it out)