"So the plan is for Porthos to dig up the graves for us while we go and dig up the bodies," Aramis said from the passenger seat. It was already high noon as they set off towards the house. They slept so good at the Inn that they didn't get up until almost ten and of course they had to have brunch before starting their day.

"You do realize this is morbid, right," Athos said from the driver seat, turning onto the road that leads to the house. "Digging graves and digging up bodies."

"Of course it sounds morbid because that means it will work."

Charles and Porthos rolled their eyes at the banter from the front seat. Porthos thought Aramis was crazy too but Charles was ready to try anything to get his house back under control. Once he did that, he was going to have a long talk with his family on never to keep secrets from him again.

"And we are sure that the bodies are buried in the basement?" Athos asked, pulling into the driveway.

"With the symbols I found all over the basement, yes that is where John buried them. Now, incase something happens in the basement like what happened to Porthos and I, I'm going to have Porthos first take the door leading from the side of the house to the basement off it's hinges so we have a way to get out. Plus, it will be easy to access the outside."

They all piled out of the car and walked to the backyard to the shed to gather shovels. Once they had shoves in hand, Porthos grabbed his tools and walked them to the side of the house, not wanting any of them to go inside the actual house without him, and started to take the door off it's hinges while his friends went on down to the basement. Once he had the door off, he walked back to the shed to grab his shove and start digging up graves.

"Am I going away?" a voice asked.

Porthos spun around to see Jamal standing right there, like he was alive and well. "I fear you must. Even though you don't feel it, your spirit us unrested. You need a proper burial unlike what you were given."

"Mother, Uncle, Aunt, and Cindy won't like this. They said they won't find rest until every male d'Artagnan suffers like we did."

"But Charles is not like his ancestors. Remember? He played with you and you were his best friend."

"I know but mother doesn't think so."

Porthos knelt down and crossed his heart. "I promise you, Charles is not like his family. He only wants you and your family to find peace."

"Finally!" Aramis exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his brow and looked at the dirt that lay under the floor of the basement. "Alright, let's start digging."

The three started digging, one ear listening to the commotion going on upstairs. They could hear glass break, furniture moving across the floor, and even scream and yells but they still kept going. They were going to see this through to the end.

"I found something," Charles said, putting the shovel down and shoving dirt from around some bones he found.

"Judging by the size of the bones, you found an adult," Athos said. "Must be one of the shadows you saw." He handed Charles a bag and helped him put the bones inside and all of a sudden, it felt like an earthquake, the house shaking around them, and then it stopped.

"Can we please hurry up?" Aramis asked, going back to digging. Five minutes later he found himself some bones as well. Grabbing a bag he started placing the bones in, and just like when Charles put his bones in the bag, the house began to shake but this time the sound of someone screaming in pain could be heard. Making the sign of the Cross, Aramis continued and tied the bag up, placing it with Charles's.

"Found another one," Athos said.

"It sounds like the noise is calming down," Charles said, noticing the limit of glass breaking and wailing. He watched as Athos put the bones in his bag and the process repeated. "Just two more."

"Are you guys almost done?" Porthos's voice yelled down.

"Yes. Two more left," Aramis yelled up. "Do me a favor. Go to the living room and grab my Bible from the table."

"Got another one," Charles said.

"Adult or Jamal?" Athos asked.

"Adult. Jamal is left."

"We almost dug up this whole area and haven't found the boys remains," Aramis said. "I'm sure John would've buried him here."

"Can we re-bury what we have and come back to look for Jamal?" Charles asked, listening to the silence of the house. It sounded weird to hear the silence but he welcomed it.

"I don't see why not." Aramis grabbed two of the bags while Athos and Charles grabbed the last two and they walked up to the stairs to the outside, meeting Athos half way.

"The house is trashed," Porthos said, holding Aramis's Bible. "We got a lot of replacing to do." He lead his friends to the graves he dug up, right behind the fields and took one of the bags from Aramis. As gently as he could, he placed one of the bags in the grave, watching as his friends did the same. Aramis opened his Bible up and started reading the passage he marked and he started to cover the bones with dirt.

"I really hope this works," Charles whispered.

"Have faith," Athos said, which surprised him that he even said those words. Normally it was Aramis telling him to have faith. He laid a hand on Charles shoulder as the young man bowed his head and made the sign of the Cross. He wasn't much for religion but that didn't mean he couldn't support his friends with theirs.

"May you all finally rest in peace," Aramis said, closing the Bible. "My friends, tonight will tell us if we have successfully laid them to rest."

"What about Jamal?" Charles asked.

"Oh, I think he'll be sticking around," Porthos said with a smile. He saw confusion in his friends' faces so he had them follow him to a large tree a few inches from the fields. He pointed to the base of the tree and looked at them. "I asked Jamal if his body was buried in the basement with his family but he said no and pointed to this tree."

Charles turned and walked back towards the house, wanting to see the damage and also wanting to read the journal. He had a feeling that his 4x Great Uncle John didn't bury Jamal under the tree, no, he had a feeling his 5x Grandpa John had figured it out and re-buried the boy himself. He walked into the kitchen and almost fainted at the sight. All the food in the cabinets and refrigerator was tossed all over the kitchen; most of the dishes were broken and lay on the floor and counter. The table was over turned and the chairs were broken.

The rooms in the house went as follow:

Family room: TV was pushed to the floor and screen broken. All lamps were broken, pillows were ripped and stuffing pulling.

Living room: All books thrown across the room, tables over turned, lamps broken, and chairs shoved around the room.

Bedrooms: Mirrors broken, tables over turned, beds either laying the side or flipped upside down, pillows ripped, blinds torn down and wrapped around desk chairs.

Charles stood in the middle of his wrecked room and smiled when Jamal was sitting on his upside down bed, journal next to him. He walked over and took a seat next to Jamal and picked up the journal and looking at his childhood friend. Jamal smiled at him and flipped the journal until he reached the end of the journal.

April 24, 1799

I found him. I'm not sure what made me go down to the basement and start digging but I found where John had buried Jamal. I waited until night fell to go out to the tree I've seen Jamal play around and dig a small grave. I re-buried the boy by the tree, hoping the tree itself would make a good headstone. I pray that Jamal is the only one who suffers from my son.

"So he re-buried you yet you still hung around," Charles said.

"I liked playing with the baby," Jamal said.

"I'm sure he liked playing with you. So since you have already been re-buried and you're still here, would you like to continue to stay here?"

Which, for Aramis, turned out to be a bad idea.

"CHARLES, PORTHOS, AND JAMAL! LEAVE MY COOKIES ALONE!"