I paced around my room, and looked down at my watch. 12:00 pm. I slipped on a black sweater and walked into my kitchen. It was dark enough to not be seen by anyone if they were even awake. I grabbed a knife and walked outside. I looked around. None of the house lights other than mine were on. I ran as fast as I could, at least without making very much noise. As I ran, I kept looking at the houses. Yep, no one was awake, at least, that I know of. I finally ended at the gate. I looked around, at least the third time that night. I grabbed two of the chain links, and I began climbing up the fence. I was at the top and I looked at the house. Then I looked down. I gasped as gripped the fence even harder. I pulled myself onto the other side of the fence and began climbing down. I breathed harder and harder as I continued climbing down. I looked down, and jumped about a foot to the ground. Whew! It was over with. Now, I just had to get into the house. I began walking towards the mansion. But after getting across the fence, I began seeing things I had not noticed on the other side.
At the top, just before the house, was a large garden. It was both beautiful and strange. There were many large hedges shaped into different things. On one side was a huge sea serpent, on the other was an elk. Beautiful, almost neon bright flowers surrounded all the shrubbery. It was almost like something out of a fairytale. But the thing that freaked me out was how well-kept it was. Who in the hell would come up here and groom the hedges? First you had to jump the fence, and then, you had to climb up to the garden with all those sharp tool and such. I stepped back. I was going to be fine. There was probably a perfectly reasonable explanation to this. There wasn't any I could think of at the moment, but there probably was one. I was terrified, but I forced myself to walk into the jet-black mansion.
I gripped one of the two huge doors. What was surprising was how light it was. I looked around the ginormous room. There were two staircases up to a second floor. Dust and cobwebs covered the entire room. I swallowed. By now, I was ready to run through the doors, down the hill, over the fence, down the street, and back to my house. But I stayed. I have gotten too far to run back to my house like a little wuss. I forced myself to the foot of the stairs, and began walking up. What if this crazy scissor kid was still here? I could get killed, either by the old rickety house caving in on me, or getting killed by scissor-boy.
