"Where to start. . ."
Nicky shrugged,"Maybe from when I left?", Quentin nods, so after some thought, Quentin took a drink and git his words together.
"First; Nicky, do you remember what you gave me before you left?"
Nicky shrugged, Quentin reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, unfolding it and showed Nicky.
Nicky sucked in a breath, it was a drawing of Mr Peterson. . . A drawing of what he saw, or hallucinated: He wasn't sure.
It was Mr Peterson, but his back was bent unnatural and his eyes were white, his mouth was open it was of when he saw Mr Peterson do that, his eyes were rolled back and it scared Nicky.
Quentin pointed to the writing around the picture.
'Leave me alone. . . Please stop.'
"And on the back. . ."
He turned it over.
'Not Mr Peterson.'
Nicky nods, he remembered more clearly.
Before his grandparents, from another side of the family, took him in he gave a picture he drew to Quentin before he left.

"This picture alone helped me realise something was wrong, since I was working on who kidnapped you your grandparents mentioned the possibility that you were lying to the therapist and refused to corroborate with them in order to hide something, protect something or someone.", he put the picture down, looking Nicky in the eye.
"You were protecting Mr Peterson."
. . .
"Possibly."
Nicky rubbed the back of his neck,"I guess, there was a huge part of me that believed it wasn't Mr Peterson that was behind it all.", Quentin nods,"I know. . . After you handed me this picture you drew, hid from everyone, it made me realise what you suspected; You suspected that there was something going on in town, and that Mr Peterson needed help.", Quentin took a deep breath, taking a moment.
"During my investigation, I realised what it was. . . There was something that went around the neighbourhood shape-shifting into different neighbours.", Nicky was stunned, surely he heard right.
"Shapeshifting?"
"Sounds crazy huh, it wasn't just that; The whole town is or was, apart of this strange cult that surrounded that bloodly Raven. The whole town had something to hide, it wasn't just the Petersons: Everyone.", Nicky nods, guess his suspensions were true. . . This whole town was in on this.
Quentin continued,"Once I realised. . . Once I realised, it was too late and I was captured, kept hostage and was planned to be sacrificed for that Raven.", Nicky shuddered, good thing the Raven lead him right to Quentin.
. . .
"There's still something I'm questioning. . . The picture I drew, I dunno if it was a hallucinations-"
"I know what it was Nicky."
Nicky was surprised, Quentin sighed,"I'm about to sound more insane. But. . . During my investigation, I was experiencing strange black outs that I know now was something trying to take over my body.", Nicky gulped, he had an idea where this was going.
"Nicky. . ."
Here it comes.
"It seems like the town, have this connection to the supernatural. . . Of some kind, this town is full of spirits or entities that you were able to see, hear or sense."
Nicky held his hand up,"Before you continue, I wanna make something clear uh. . . My grandma was into that shit, traumatised me, and. . . I dunno if I have that link.", Quentin nods,"Okay. . . But, are you sure? You don't ever hear, see or sense something no one else could?", Nicky thought about that.
He remembered his first night in Raven Brooks he heard a scream, he remembered Mr Peterson looking at him scared like something was behind him, what he saw that made him draw that picture, the nightmares and then. . .
Nicky glanced over, the doll of Aaron that reminded of a VooDoo.
"FIND HIM!"
"Shit. . .!"
Nicky and Quentin went upstairs, looking out the window to see those cloaked people and the man in the bag hat looking around: Probably for Quentin.
"Who are they.  . .?"
"Old neighbours. . . Some passed away years ago but some kids took over this madness, brainwashing."
. . .
"Okay: Let's say there is some supernatural thing we have to stop; How do we stop it."
Then Quentin looked out the Nicky looked where he did.
Right across the street to the Peterson Household.
Oh boy. . .