Me and Bill walked to the abandoned house.

"There it is," he said.

"It looks very old and scary."

"It's over a hundred years old."

We walked to the cellar, the only possible entrance.

"We go in there, the main door is locked."

"I have a bad feeling about this Mr. Sikes."

"May I ask why!?"

"The house is old and abandoned right, it's falling apart. What if we get crushed or something?"

"We won't get crushed...that reminds me of Oliver, he's such a-"

I glared at him. I assumed he forgot about what happened when we got back from Barkwell. He sighed.

"We'll be ok. Keep your eyes and ears peeled just in case."

"Yes sir."

He opened the cellar door.

"Ladies' first."

I went down. He followed me. It was dark in the cellar.

"I got plenty of matches here."

Bill took out his matchbox, lit a match for us to use as a light source.

"The staircase leads to the kitchen. Let's go."

We walked up the stairs, we were in the kitchen. It stank like dead rodents.

"Where should we go first?"

"It doesn't matter!

I saw a ladle above the stove.

"Fagin might like a new ladle."

"No, it's not valuable! It's just a kitchen utensil!"

"Then what is valuable to you? Money and jewelry!?"

"That's right! I'm a burglar, what else do you expect me to steal!?"

"Anything! My family were robbed of candlesticks once."

"Who would steal candlesticks?"

"I have no idea. Moving on."

We walked to the living area. I saw a rifle displayed above the fireplace. He noticed me looking at it.

"No."

I sighed.

"I thought we could hunt with-"

"I said no! If you want to hunt, use your knife to throw."

I noticed a small safe below the rifle display.

"I see a safe!"

He smirked.

"That means money!"

We walked to it. The safe had a dial.

"God I wish Dodger was here, he's the resident lock picker," Bill said.

"I got it."

I put my ear against the safe, I turned the dial counter clockwise until I heard a click, I turned it clockwise until it clicked again, finally, counter clockwise...

Click!

"How did you do that?"

"Dodger taught me."

I opened the safe. It had a small burlap sack. I shook it.

"Coins!"

"Give it here."

I gave it to him. He opened it. He gasped.

"These are gold coins, pure gold! Worth a fortune!"

"Did a former pirate live here?"

"Maybe."

"Mr. Sikes, the master bedroom is more likely to have a jewelry box."

"Lead the way."

We went to the master bedroom.

"Yep, a jewelry box."

Bill took a look in it.

"Their beautiful, take some and give them to Nancy, she'll love them."

"I agree, she will. I'll take the whole box, small enough to fit in my jacket pocket."

Bill started walking out of the room. As soon as I was about to go to the doorway, the floor above me busted, I fell but I grabbed a part of a plank, I was dangling.

"Mr. Sikes!"

He ran to me.

"Help!"

He squat down.

"Reach my hand!"

I used my other hand to grab his.

"I got ya!"

He pulled me up. I hugged him, I was crying in fear.

"You're ok, you're ok."

He knew I was scared to death. I even felt minor pain in the palm of my hand.

"You're fine now!"

We let go.

I looked at my hand.

"What's the matter now?"

"I got a splinter!"

"It's just a small one, you're fine."

We got up.

"So, is this house really haunted?" I asked.

"Personally, I don't believe in ghost, if there were, I'm not scared!"

All of a sudden, we heard a loud thud.

"What was that!?"

Bill Sikes is scared!

We slowly started walking but we were stopped in the living room by a man a bit older than Bill.

"Bill Sikes! I never thought you'd show your face here! I was gonna rob this place but looks like you and that brat beat me to it."

"Well well well, Desmond, Des my boy....me neither. You show up everywhere I rob don't you?"

Desmond chuckled.

"I guess so, we're rival burglars for Pete's sake! Who is that little girl Sikes?"

"None of your concern, keep away from her."

He turned to me.

"That is Desmond, my rival in the life of crime. He's not to be trusted.

"I'm getting curious now Sikes. Who is she!? A friend of yours? Or maybe a love child of you and that whore you call Nancy!?"

I snapped.

"Don't talk about her like that! She's a wonderful lady!"

"Lettie, don't even think about it!" Bill said.

"Ah, her name's Lettie....Lettie?"

Desmond gasped.

"Loony Lettie Lamb!? The child serial killer!?"

I whispered in his ear.

"You want me to kill him?"

"I've always wanted him killed," he whispered back to me.

"Then watch this."

"Loony Lettie, don't kill me, please...spare me!"

"I don't know."

"Did you kill my friend Nigel?"

"Yes."

"You sliced his head off and threw it at his gang. You're getting loonier by the day. What shall I do with you as revenge? A head for a head!"

I took my knife out.

"I'll slice yours off too, or maybe stab you so much organs will be spilling out of you."

Bill was shocked. He never seen me kill before. That moment is now. I started to walk towards Desmond. He was shaking as he was walking backwards.

"Kill em Lettie!" Bill yelled.

I started walking faster, he was cornered. I stabbed him in the stomach repetitively in one spot. His lower intestine spilled out. Bill gagged in disgust and covered his mouth.

"My God!" He whispered.

I grabbed a part of Desmond's jacket and cleaned my bloody knife with it.

"Let's go home, the gold coins and the jewelry box is ours."

Bill was still shocked.

*Bill's POV*

She actually killed Desmond! I have never seen a child do such things. I was shocked and disgusted at the same time. I felt sick to my stomach. I rarely kill people myself but that innocent looking child went overboard with this! I"m getting scared of her now. She's bloody crazy!

We went out through the cellar and headed home in silence.

As soon as we got there, I sent Lettie to bed, we had dinner before we left. I went to mine and Nancy's room.

"Bill, you're back!"

I sat by her and gave her a big kiss.

"I got you something."

I took out the jewelry box.

"Oh Bill!"

She opened it, beautiful earrings, bracelets, they look valuable alright.

"These are beautiful!"

"As beautiful as you."

"Bill, you look kinda shaken up."

"I...I saw the most brutal kill ever."

"Who did she kill this time?"

"Desmond. She stabbed him until his intestine were spilling out."

"My God, that is so much worse than cutting Nigel's head off!"

"She's a crazy child you know, I'm starting to fear her."

"God, I'm actually afraid for her future!"

"She's still the same little girl we met. Don't worry."

We went to bed.