Written for Sadje: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/87325236/posts/2721822607
They huddled behind the tree. Rumor had it that the old man that lived in the creepy house in the woods would take children, skin them, and eat them. Supposedly, he stay up all hours of the night writing down ideas of who to take next and where he should hunt for his next victims. Betsy and Samuel didn’t want to take the chance of being seen and being his next victims. They didn’t know if he had security cameras around his property.
Watching the light in the window, they couldn’t see any sort of movement. Wouldn’t he have to move around and then shadows would move and make the light seem like it was moving? Betsy held onto Samuel’s jacket. Samuel heard a stick crack a few feet from where they were crouching.
“Bets, did you hear that?”
“That twig snap. About ten feet away from my left shoulder.”
“Aw, come on, Sams, stop trying to scare me.”
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