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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 5:08 pm
Every block had a building like this.
Those old decrepit looking homes that looked spooky even in the daylight. Those buildings where supposedly some murders and a couple of suicides took place or so the rumors say, there was a few newspaper clippings that actually backed up the rumors while discrediting others.
Teenagers came here on dares. Children stared fearfully through the gate at the building behind it.
Unless you were Nosferatu who was prepared to go on a mission that he decided to take up just a few moments ago. He couldn't find his friend 'Sally' who was like a mother to him and so he went back home and got his backpack and flashlight then snuck back out. He stared at the very large old Victorian house from his place behind the gate.
This was going to be awesome but he wanted someone to go with him...He wasn't scared he really wasn't! Nosferatu just felt that it would be very boring to go ghost hunting on his own.
"..Maybe I'll get lucky and some schmuck'll wander by," and by schmuck he meant someone his age. Even better if he actually knew the schmuck in question! Nosferatu waited as he turned his gaze to watch sky's colors as they hung between dusk and night.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:11 pm
This was bad. Very very bad. On a list of things that are bad this would rank somewhere in Sammy's top four. Not only had he snuck away from his older sister but he had gotten himself lost. This was no where near the big farmhouse. Not to mention the light on his bike was near destroyed. Ignoring the fact it still had its training wheels on...
He tried his hardest to be grown up and not a sissy. And oh great that house on the corner was probably the most ominous omen of the night. He stopped, rickety wheels on his almost-big-boy bike squeaking to a halt, staring at the building with large terrified eyes... this game was no longer fun.
There was a payphone... not too far after. Maybe a block and a half away from said rickety house. Underneath a flickering streetlight as they all seemed to be post 8pm. The quarters were in his pocket and all he needed to do was close his eyes and maybe the ghosties wouldn't find him as he sprinted to the other side... fat chance.
Deep breath, toe wiggle and grab both of the handle bars as he started to run, eyes shut oh so tight, wings flapping a bit as he moved.
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