There was a boy who stood in front of the dark broken down home in a pair of tattered skinny jeans and a tight formfitting shirt with a band label on it. He has a bag and flashlight with him and that was it.
The boy shivers as an icy wind blows over his face that didn’t belong in the hot summer night. He shakes his head trying to free his mind from the little voice that was screaming and begging him not to go into this house.
But he had to go, his friends had dared him and he refused to be a chicken. He stumbles his way over the broken walk way making the flashlight bounce over the front of the house and if he wasn’t so focused on not falling he might have noticed the dark thing that pass the window.
He makes it the front door where it slowly opened all on its own with a slow aching creek that sounded similar to someone moaning in pain. Ignoring the feeling of wanting to go running from house screaming, he makes his way inside shining the flashlight inside where you could see the cloud that was his breath.
He jumped in fright when he felt a cold mist brush the back of his neck. He jerks towards the misty feeling that was coming from behind him. With a shaky hand he points the beam from the flashlight at the bare wall behind him. If only the boy had noticed the out of place shadow, if only. As he was about to turn away the shadow leapt out and took hold of him.

The last thing anyone heard from Billy was the ear piercing scream that echoed through the dark broken down home where a mysterious murder took place 20 year ago.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.09.2011

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