In The End: Chapter 1

The year is 2019.

The creepy neighbor across the street watches me as I walk to my bus stop, as he does every now and then ever since I’ve lived here. He’s a tall, elderly looking man. I moved in about a month or two ago and it is the end of my first week at my new school. I met a girl named Cassie. She saw him watching me one day and asked me what it was about.

“You know what, I don’t know. He’s been doing this every now and then since I moved in.” I sighed.

“Well, that’s weird. It seems like he only watches you.” Cassie said.

“I didn’t know that you payed so much attention to detail!”

“Well, that’s all I noticed,” she hesitates “today.”

“He’s been doing it a few times since I started coming here.”

“Well, what if it’s because you’re one of the only girls in the neighborhood?”

“No, I doubt it. There’s definitely something fishy going on with him.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for one thing, he never goes outside.”

“Sure– like he’s a vampire!”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“That he seems to be acting really weird, and that the only lights that ever go on in his house are in the attic.”

“Maybe that’s because it’s where he sleeps.”

“I don’t knoooow.” I groaned.

“Oh well, I’ve gotta get to class so I’ll talk to you later.” Cassie departed.

“Ok, I’ll see you later.”

* * *

“Hi mom!” I shout upon entering my house.

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” She sounded like she was in the kitchen.

“Good.” I continue on to tell her everything I did today. I told her about all my classes and that I got a ninety percent on my math test. I had some homework to do so I went upstairs into my room.

I went into my room, grabbed my binoculars and watched. I watched for so long that before I knew it, I was sleeping and missed my alarm. My mom came to wake me up. I told her I didn’t feel good so she told me to stay in bed.

Once I was sure she had left, I hurried to get dressed and walked outside. I must have walked out at the perfect time because the neighbor had just pulled out in his car from the street. He must have to get some groceries– even a person like him needs food, I think as I walk around. The man left his garage open, so out of my curiosity I went inside.

His house is nice, but very old. It has antique stuff such as dressers and desks. I look around and then I see the stairs to the attic. I go up. I walk up slowly and quietly just in case anyone’s here. I slowly peek my head up and see something that I probably shouldn’t have seen.

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