I don’t know who dared it, but the rule was the rule.
Dare me, I’ll do it.
Anyway, it was me drew the short straw.
I squeezed through the loose board and snuck up through the weedy underbrush.
Near the the edge of the property there were a lot of broken bottles and trash people sometimes pitched over the fence, but by the house there was nothing but dead weeds.
I went to the open window you could see from the alley, black like the mouth of a corpse.
I stood under it for a minute to work up courage.
Yes..? And..? And?
I’ll add my couple of and’s here as well. Good one, Randy
I’d love to read more of this!
Sneaking about in sneakers, but about to be discovered…?
There’s usually a reason why a house has the reputation of being haunted…
Take care!
Great voice in this story. But what happens next?
Nice one! I want to know more. :o)
An open window and an open end! Time for you to open up on what happened next!
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And left us standing there with you for all eternity! Thanks a bunch 🙂