"Oh my god, Charley. Look. You have to read this." Michelle spread out the
newspaper on the kitchen table and put her finger under the first line of
the paragraph. Charley diverted his attention away from the TV.
"Huh? What is it?" He stood up and walked over to her, leaning into the table.
Michelle looked up at him, shoving the paper into his face. "Second column. Read."
Charley shrugged and looked down at the gray and black newsprint, his eyes searching quickly for the specified article. He immediately furrowed his brow in surprise.
TWO INJURED IN ABANDONED HOUSE AFTER DARK
Last night at about 10 pm a Mr. Joseph Lewis and Miss. Jessica Strider were attacked by a strange boy, in an abandoned house off of Route 120 in the woods.
Mr. Lewis says that he and his girlfriend, Miss. Strider were 'hanging out' in the house, even though both were aware of the unsafe surroundings. Nails and tacks littered the floor and the walls. Miss. Strider had leaned against a wall with her left hand and a rusty nail and punctured her palm. Mr. Lewis had grabbed her hand and pulled her over to him, to inspect the wound, when a medium-sized boy, looking to be about 16 year old, attacked Miss. Strider and held her to the floor.
Mr. Lewis said he didn't get a clear glimpse of him while all this was going on. But he said the boy had sandy brown hair, and a short, skinny body.
In surprise, Mr. Lewis said that he had pulled the boy off of her and held him back, and under close inspection, said he didn't look healthy. Pale, sick-looking with bags under his eyes. Mr. Lewis said he calmly asked the boy what he was attempting, and the boy's only answer was a strained, "I'm hungry."
Police suspect the boy to be a runaway, or clinically insane. They advise people to stay in groups if they have to be outside around that area, and to report any findings they might come across that could lead to the capture of this boy.
The house was resurrected in 1872..
Charley stopped reading after that, he looked up to Michelle, genuinely surprised. "Wow."
Michelle laughed and grabbed the paper back. "Pretty creepy stuff, huh? There are some real nuts in this town." she laughed again.
Charley nodded. "You got that right."
The toaster popped and he ran over to get his piece of toast. He threw it on a plate and got a can of jelly out of the refrigerator, spreading it evenly along the burnt bread. He looked up at Michelle. "Geez, do you think that guy was really insane? Weird thought."
Michelle nodded. "Oh yeah, defiantly. I knew all alone we had some nutcases in this town. Why do you think we attract people like, "Mr. Vincent the great vampire hunter." she said with mock enthusiasm.
"Oh come on, Michelle. He's not nuts. just. off-center I guess."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I think he's seen one too many of his movies, don't you?"
Charley laughed. "Yeah, maybe your right." He brought his attention back to his breakfast, taking a huge bite out of the jelly-covered toast. It crunched in his mouth. He stood up. "I'm going to go back home. It's been nice, Michelle." He grinned. "You coming over later?"
She nodded quickly. "Yup! Definitely. You can count on it."
Charley kissed her quickly on the cheek and walked out the door. The sun shone brightly on the windshield of his car, making it gleam back at him. He hopped into the front seat and started the engine up. He yawned, speaking quietly to himself. "Wow. attacks. what if the attacker is." He caught himself. "No. all the vampires are dead. They're not coming back." He laughed at his own stupidity and backed out of the driveway, the car gliding effortlessly across the black marked road.
"Huh? What is it?" He stood up and walked over to her, leaning into the table.
Michelle looked up at him, shoving the paper into his face. "Second column. Read."
Charley shrugged and looked down at the gray and black newsprint, his eyes searching quickly for the specified article. He immediately furrowed his brow in surprise.
TWO INJURED IN ABANDONED HOUSE AFTER DARK
Last night at about 10 pm a Mr. Joseph Lewis and Miss. Jessica Strider were attacked by a strange boy, in an abandoned house off of Route 120 in the woods.
Mr. Lewis says that he and his girlfriend, Miss. Strider were 'hanging out' in the house, even though both were aware of the unsafe surroundings. Nails and tacks littered the floor and the walls. Miss. Strider had leaned against a wall with her left hand and a rusty nail and punctured her palm. Mr. Lewis had grabbed her hand and pulled her over to him, to inspect the wound, when a medium-sized boy, looking to be about 16 year old, attacked Miss. Strider and held her to the floor.
Mr. Lewis said he didn't get a clear glimpse of him while all this was going on. But he said the boy had sandy brown hair, and a short, skinny body.
In surprise, Mr. Lewis said that he had pulled the boy off of her and held him back, and under close inspection, said he didn't look healthy. Pale, sick-looking with bags under his eyes. Mr. Lewis said he calmly asked the boy what he was attempting, and the boy's only answer was a strained, "I'm hungry."
Police suspect the boy to be a runaway, or clinically insane. They advise people to stay in groups if they have to be outside around that area, and to report any findings they might come across that could lead to the capture of this boy.
The house was resurrected in 1872..
Charley stopped reading after that, he looked up to Michelle, genuinely surprised. "Wow."
Michelle laughed and grabbed the paper back. "Pretty creepy stuff, huh? There are some real nuts in this town." she laughed again.
Charley nodded. "You got that right."
The toaster popped and he ran over to get his piece of toast. He threw it on a plate and got a can of jelly out of the refrigerator, spreading it evenly along the burnt bread. He looked up at Michelle. "Geez, do you think that guy was really insane? Weird thought."
Michelle nodded. "Oh yeah, defiantly. I knew all alone we had some nutcases in this town. Why do you think we attract people like, "Mr. Vincent the great vampire hunter." she said with mock enthusiasm.
"Oh come on, Michelle. He's not nuts. just. off-center I guess."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I think he's seen one too many of his movies, don't you?"
Charley laughed. "Yeah, maybe your right." He brought his attention back to his breakfast, taking a huge bite out of the jelly-covered toast. It crunched in his mouth. He stood up. "I'm going to go back home. It's been nice, Michelle." He grinned. "You coming over later?"
She nodded quickly. "Yup! Definitely. You can count on it."
Charley kissed her quickly on the cheek and walked out the door. The sun shone brightly on the windshield of his car, making it gleam back at him. He hopped into the front seat and started the engine up. He yawned, speaking quietly to himself. "Wow. attacks. what if the attacker is." He caught himself. "No. all the vampires are dead. They're not coming back." He laughed at his own stupidity and backed out of the driveway, the car gliding effortlessly across the black marked road.
