Mr. Sheller was kind of an underrated architect, he was brilliant in fact, but a little too ahead of his time or so everyone at the firm he first worked at said. Fed up with having his projects overlooked and being for some reason doomed to go unnoticed, he decided to start his own firm with his best pal from college. They were without a doubt innovators, some called their style daring and even ugly, one thing was for certain, they loved taking risks.

Mr. Sheller had met Alice at a party his business partner had thrown. Back then Alice and the DePleurs were very close, despite's Alice's persistence in changing her father's last name, something the DePleurs were very much against, except for Paul who followed suit after Alice and changed his to Allen. But for the DePleur woman, it all seemed too treacherous, she was very respectful of her father's memory and of Applewhite's memory too. To her they were not the cruel bloodthirsty dictators the media made them out to be, but more like misunderstood visionaries. Of course her last name was changed too, but only after marriage, leaving her maiden name as it was, something she wore proud, and never felt ashamed for. Sheller however was never told about his wife's family history, although everyone doubted it might have caused any problems.

As the years passed, the Sheller's home had become the experimentation ground for Mr. Sheller's weird designs, a very neat addition to the house was secret room with a secret entrance camouflaged on the living room's brick wall. This place was used as a game room, or any time he and his son were playing hide and seek. 

Aaron had never been so scared in his life, in all honesty he had never come so close to death before or seen somebody being murdered. At times throughout this gloomy night he would begin thinking about the traumatizing image of Alice's naked body hanging in that cold room, half-dead, wounded, agonizing, hanging from meat-hooks. He hadn't told the cop, as he promised her he would go rescue Michael before anything else, and that was a promise he made before she exhale her last breath, right there, in front of his horrified face.

Aaron waited a bit more, he saw the two masked man going back inside the house, he knew that if he was to get Michael out of there, he had to get help. So he sneakily came out of the bushes, and ran directly towards the nearest house he saw. He wanted to be inconspicuous, so he knocked on the door weakly. seeing as though there was no response, presumably because the pouring rain wouldn't let anyone hear such a faint knocking, he rang the doorbell. Big mistake, on the inside a dog began barking and growling with the loudest dog-voice you have ever heard, enough to drive the attention of anyone in the neighborhood. As expected, the masked intruders heard the ruckus, and came to check it out, but at this point Aaron had ran away, and had hidden behind the bushes again. Fortunately the neighbor never opened the door, and the masked men dismissed the whole thing going back inside the house. 

Aaron saw no other way, if he wanted to get Michael he had to go back to the house, he lingered for a bit. He needed a high doze injection of courage before he walked any closer to that place. He looked up to the second floor's window, and noticed shadows moving in there, this was his window, he had to go in now. He ran whilst ducking down as if to go unseen. fortunately the door was ajar, then he went in.

His steps were slow and careful, unfortunately for him, the whole house was completely silent, he would have killed to hear noise and know the location of the assailants. He went straight to the living room, and just as he approached he kitchen's counter he felt heavy steps coming down the stair and to his direction. briskly he jumped to the other side of the counter, and laid flat on the floor. The heavy, slow and wet steps of a pair of boots could be heard walking around in the kitchen, Aaron was making a real effort to not scream or to not run away in terror. Horrifyingly he felt as the steps move closer to where he was, he then moved to the opposite direction, and crawled to the other side. Just like that, the masked intruder was unknowingly engaging in a game of cat and mouse with the young babysitter, in which every direction the masked-man moved, Aaron crawled around and hid behind the opposite corner of the kitchen's counter.

If you had a pair of scissors you could've cut the tension in the air, Aaron wondered how the man was not hearing his heavy breathing, when it sounded like the loudest thing in the world. But thankfully he was still going unnoticed, that was of course until a second pair of boots began coming down the stairs. Aaron's eyes popped wide in terror as he felt the other man approached him from the back, he was right in his field of vision, and there was no way to crawl to the other side where the other masked-man was. 

-"Shit, I forgot my gun!" -The masked man coming from the stairs said before making an about face and heading back upstairs. Aaron let out a sigh of relief.

-"Hey man, am about to call purple-hair, there is nobody here!" -The masked-man in the kitchen yelled.

-"We can't leave yet! not until he says!" -The other masked man yelled as he began going up the stairs.

-"Shit man, he hires us to kidnap all these damn people and he kills them all, he really can't help himself" -The masked man in the kitchen whispered to himself, as he filled a glass with milk, and removed half of his ski-mask before drinking it. This gave Aaron the perfect window to crawl fast and out of the kitchen. He crawled to the living room, and hid behind the big leather sofa. However in his hurry, he hit a little table with the back of his shoe, making a flower pot fall onto the carpet. It didn't break, but it did make noise, he grabbed it carefully as he watched the man in the kitchen finish his milk, he wasn't heard.  

-"Let's go, he called." -The second masked man said as he came down stairs again. -"Are you really drinking the milk bitch?" -He asked.

-"What? it's good for your bones!" -"The man protested.

-"Yeah it's also great for the police when they find your nasty-ass DNA all over the glass motherfucker." -He insisted. -"Come on, leave that, and let's go, but wash it first."

The man from upstairs began walking out, leaving the masked-man from the kitchen alone, he looked at the glass one more time, and making a dismissive gesture, simply put it there without washing it, then he walked out too. Aaron waited a few seconds until he heard the door close before he dropped his guard, although not entirely. When he was sure they were gone, he leaned back on the wall behind to rest.  Little did he know the wall opened, making him roll down the stairs in the dark secret room.