"Where would we get ammo, though?" Tyler questioned, glancing around the group. "We have the guns— sure. But not the ammo." He adds.

...

"My house has some."

Logan mumbled, glancing up at the others. They all turned to him.

"You have ammo?" Ashlyn asked. Aiden smirked. "I guess he isn't so innocent after all. What do you use it for?" He questioned. "Anyway," Taylor said, interrupting Aiden. "Okay. We can go to your house to get it in the phantom dimension." She suggested.

Ben held up his phone. "What if we get ambushed?" He wrote in his notes. "We'll just have to take a safer and quieter route." Taylor responds. "We'll have to risk it."

"Alright." Ashlyn mumbled. "We'll do it."

Ashlyn shushed the others as they sneaked through a safer route toward Logan's grandparents' house.

"Just cross here..." Logan mumbled, making sure to stay out of the view of any phantoms. He grimaced as he slowly opened the door into his house and walked in with the others following behind.

"Your house is huge for someone like you." Aiden whispered. Before anyone could respond, they heard some shuffling and moving in the living room. They all glanced at each other, trying to figure out what that noise was. It didn't sound at all like a phantom, but it couldn't be someone else, right?

"What was that?..." Taylor whispered. Ashlyn grabbed her knife and stepped forward. Aiden wanted to stop her, but he didn't. Instead, he followed behind her. Everyone else did too. Logan pushed to the front when they came into the living room.

Logan blinked. "That's my sibling." He states, making everyone freeze and look at you.