Look around for a spare key hidden somewhere
From Create Your Own Story
You flip on the flashlight, hoping it doesn't draw too much attention, and begin diffing around on the porch. You look in the mailbox, under the welcome mat, beneath the cushions of the chairs that sit on the porch, and under the little table that sits between the chairs. No luck. You're about to give up when you see the ashtray on the table, and notice there's not one cigarette butt or even a bit of ash in it. You pick it up, turn it around in your hands, and find a small compartment on the bottom. Bingo. You push it open and a silver key falls into your hand. Unlocking the front door, you slip inside.
Just as you shut the door behind you, you notice movement in the den. You glance up and see a woman, a tall blonde in a dark colored cocktail dress, make-up running down her face, with a shotgun leveled at you. She looks you up and down, then raises the shotgun to her shoulder.
"Don't shoot!" You say, raising both hands with a grimace.
"Who are you?" She asks, and her voice is ragged and rough like she's been crying.
"I'm the Park's neighbor! I came looking for their son, Mikey!" You raise your hands a bit higher, just waiting for her to pull the trigger. "I'm not here to hurt anyone."
"He's gone," she says, lowering the shotgun. She sits down on a little couch and seems to ignore you as she grabs a pack of cigarettes and lights one up. "They're all gone."
