So this one's actually written by me. It's titled ...And We All Have A Hell. It's a work in progress."Derek, stop it!" I yelled for what seemed like the millionth time. It was the same cycle everyday.
On the way to school, we passed by the huge mansion on Breezy Lane. It looked normal to people coming from out of town. Just an old style mansion, probably from the Early 1900's, sitting atop a hill. It had tall gates, a huge lawn, and many kids toys. Most would assume a family lived there. Most, that is, except for the people who knew the town. The story was like a ghost story told to all children, or a scare tactic used by parents when their kids were misbehaving. "If you're bad, I'll send you up Breezy Lane." they'd say. Kids would sit around in a circle at their sleepovers and share stories of their sighting of a man dressed in black or children playing in the yard. The most commonly told version included dozens of boys playing in the yard, all in their teens or slightly off by a few years. Different versions of stories said the house was different things. Many say kids would go in and never come out. They say a murderer lives there and eats the kids after killing them. Many say he just keeps them to torture them. All I knew is, the place gave me the creeps. "Derek Bloom, if you don't stop it and come on, I'm leaving you behind! Maybe you'll disappear in there and never come out too!" I yelled. He was picking up handfuls of rocks and heaving them at the house. Of course, with a yard that big, none made it up to the house, but that wasn't the point. The point was, I wanted to go before anything happened. "Whatever, dude." he said, grabbing up his backpack and running to catch up with me. I had already begun to flee the scene. "You always freak out whenever we come by here. It's not like we've ever seen anybody come out or anything." "Well, I don't want to hang around until somebody does. And it's not funny!" I said, side kicking him in the leg. He dodged my foot and let out a loud laugh. "The look on your face! You should've seen it! Oh God, you're kidding me aren't you, Matt? You can't seriously believe the stories! People just tell you that to scare you, kinda like the boogie monster. Have you looked under your bed lately? It's not THERE!" he said, still laughing. "Hmph." I pouted, walking faster. Derek ran to catch up. I kept quiet the rest of the way and so did he, beside the occasional whistling. And this begins our schoolday.
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