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Stacy rummaged through her drawers, pulling out various items at the same time. Underwear, swimsuits, and other items spilled out. She huffed in frustration, throwing more items out of her drawers. After several minutes, she finally found what she was looking for. It was a photograph. She turned it over to confirm something on the back. Then she walked back over to the corded phone on the wall and held it to her ear. 

“I found it, dumbass. I told you that she’s my grandmother,” she said. A voice on the other end chuckled. 

“Why don’t you come over to my house and prove it, then?” Stacy rolled her eyes.  

“Fine.” An even bigger chuckle erupted from the other end. 

“And if I’m right; then you’re going to that creepy old park with me this weekend.” 

“Deal.” Stacy hung up the phone. God, Steven can be so annoying sometimes, she thought. 

She picked up the photo and began to walk downstairs. Her mother was in the kitchen. When she saw her daughter about to walk out the door, she looked over. 

“Stacy, don’t be late now. You don’t want another lecture from your father about this.” 

“It’s fine, Mom,” Stacy called back. “It won’t be too late.” 

Stacy stepped outside and walked towards Steven’s house. She crawled through his bedroom window.  

“I’m here, dummy!” she called out. Steven came into view when he walked inside the bedroom door. He gestured towards the front door and smirked at her. 

“You know you could have just used the front door, right?” 

Stacy laughed at him. 

“What fun would that be?” She waved him over. 

“Well, come on, then. I have the evidence.” Steven walked over and sat on the bed next to Stacy. 

She showed him a picture. It was a black-and-white photograph of a young woman standing in front of an 18th-century house. 

Steven turned it over and around, inspecting it. Stacy tried to snatch it away from him, but he turned away. After looking it over again, he gave it back to Stacy. 

“Alright, I believe you,” he said. Steven got up and grabbed an old map from his drawer. 

“This is an old map of Forest Park. I got my hands on it from a guy a few weeks back. The guy says it shut down ages ago, but nobody really knows why.” 

Stacy looked at it with curiosity but shrugged.  

“Parks close all the time. What’s so interesting about this one?” she asked. Steven’s eyes brightened. 

“That’s what I wanna tell you. According to the guy, there’s a bunch of cold cases surrounding the park’s history.” Stacy raised an eyebrow. Steven nodded excitedly. He’d gotten her interested. 

“Sunday, 5pm?” he asked. Stacy rolled her eyes at him. 

“Fine. But I’m bringing our friends. Josh, John, and Maryanne.”  

Steven looked like he was about to protest, but Stacy stopped him. 

“I won’t take no for an answer. They’ve never been scared before, remember?” Stacy laughed deviously at the idea. Steven grinned after a moment, but it was tinged with worry. 

“I’m just worried that they won’t appreciate it. Stace, you know their preppy, sheltered teacher’s pets. They won’t-” Stacy shut him up with a finger to his mouth. 

“Oh, they will. Maybe they’ll learn something they never have before.” 

Steven seemed reassured after that. It was nearing dark outside. Stacy stood up from the bed and walked towards the window. 

“I’d better get home before my crabby old man gives me another talking to.” She climbed down the window. Steven gave her a wave. 

“See you later, dummy,” Stacy said.