The night's sky was clear-no stars, no clouds. Just the bright moon, paving our way through the dark woods our town called The Forgotten Acres. Not many know now why it's called that; however, stories and myths fill the mouths of the townspeople. One story stating that there's a bunch of houses near the center of the woods, and if you get caught by the demon who guards it, your soul is theirs. Another saying, The Forgotten Acres was victim to an Earth Quake, or or a massive fire, and many people passed away due to that travesty. And some like Johnny Garcia-a lengthy, skinny, boy Ive known scince diapers-and myself, believe that either everyone moved, if there were houses.. Or, no one lived there in the first place.
It started with our last period and day of school together-before summer officially starred. Our teacher gave us some free time before escaping the hell hole everyone called school. Excitement, and longing glances at the clock above the white board, gave indication that everyone was ready to be freed.
"Hey, Devon.." Johnny started, "You wanna go to the forgotten woods later?" He looked up at me questionably.
I was a bit shocked at the question, however responded hesititanly. "It's been raining all day.."
"It'll make it more exciting." He smirked.
"Fine, but if anything is super weird, you're on your own." I stated.
"Deal." He exclaimed with excitment, "I'll see you around eleven tonight."
That night, we met up on Burnham, Johnny's street, and began walking towards the woods. We stopped, hesitant to enter. We looked at each other questioning. Taking a deep breath, we entered the old woods and began walking on where the dirt path was supposed to be before it rained.
Johnny and I walked through the muck and mud, pushing long grass and leaves out of our way. Eventually, after about a half hour, we came across an old sign that was decayed and falling apart. Strong vines grasped it tightly, keeping it together, making it hard for us to read. The only readable letter being 'H'. Johnny took out his pocket knife and began slashing at the tough vines. We began trying to piece together what the sign said, and after what felt like an eternity, we were able to read it. "Welcome, to Huntington."
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In the stories, it was just a neighborhood, or mini road off of Burnham Ave, not a whole town. Johnny and I looked at each other semi-confused. "What the-" I heard johnny's words escape his lips in amazement. He then got this giant grin. Excited, he started saying how amazing it was that we found a whole town.
Shaking it off, i followed Johnny deeper into the woods. The walk was peaceful and nice at first; however, continueously going forward gave us both this uncomfortable feeling. It was as though something, or someone was watching us pass through.
It had to be at least be another hour of walking until we actually found something. A single, somehow standing, old house that looked almost brand new. Although not completely run down, the house was in pretty bad shape. The paint had looked as though it was almost done pealing. The steps to the deck were falling apart, and only three seemed to be fully intact. The door, it looked almost brand new, and the light brown shutters nearly falling of its hinges.
Johnny and I looked at each other, hesitant to investigate. Johnny nudged me, and gesturing me to go up, saying, "Go check it out."
I shook my head in fear, saying, "Screw you. You wanna find out what's in there, you go in."609Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaszESgVmz8
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Johnny took a deep breath, and began walking up towards the house. Shaking with each step he took going up to the door, he grasped the door's knob and turned it. He peered inside. He pointed the flashlight inside, and then looked over at me and smiled, saying "Come on."
I was half way up the deck when lights turned on. I was frozen in fear. A dark figure walked across the room, and stopped at the door, still visible from the window. I was so scared, all I could do was point at the lit window. He looked over confused and shocked, when something grabbed him and pulled him in.
I could hear a sharp scream, and then a crunch noise. Screaming, I ran back to town. I was so flustered. I ran to the police station, telling him that someone took Johnny. Of course, they were scepticle at first, however started an investigation the next day.
Johnny's parents where anxious about their son, and mad at me just for going along with him. Sadly, Johnny was never found. I was suspected of murdering my best friend, and was to be put in jouvie. I was there for two years before going to jail for three more.
Sometimes, when I need to just go for a jog and clear my mind, I'll go down that old dirt path. Up to the house. And sometimes, looking back at me, is a young Johnny, smiling and waving at me from inside the house..
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