There is going to be a murder soon. Sorry it's taking so long to work up to.
The night air was cool and crisp around me as I climbed down the wall of vines. When my feet touched the ground I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me. I have expected to see my mother standing there. But there was no one there. The whole street was dark and empty. The only light was coming from a nearly full moon. I didn't like it being so quiet.
I walked over to the car and opened the driver's side. It would be so much easier to driver than to walk and I would be back before Mom ever noticed the car being gone. I started up the car and made sure the head lights were off. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure there was nothing behind me before I pulled out of the driveway.
I glanced up at my mother's window. The lights were still off. Good. I didn't need her waking up and ruining my only chance at making friends here. I turned my attention back to the road and drove off down the road. I wasn't really sure where I was going but I had an idea. I had saw a half ass view of the plant on the way to school.
After a little bit of driving around I found what I was looking for. It really had been a good thing I drove because I would have been pretty late if I had walked. I turned off the car and got out. The plant was a little ways in front of me and two boys were sitting on the ground a few feet away from my mother's car.
"Hi!" Jimmy said waving at me.
It looked like he had to be extra careful sneaking out because he was dressed in all black. I guessed that was so that he could fit in with the darkness around him. I could barely see him out here because it seemed to be darker than it had been in town. There was a kid sitting next to him. I guessed that this was Mark.
Mark was a strange one. He had long black hair that just brushed his shoulders and sunken in black eyes. His skin was unnaturally pale. He looked like someone who was on drugs or someone who didn't get out much. He was dressed from head to toe in black. Unlike Jimmy who was sneakers Mark was wearing large black work boots. He was narrowing his eyes at me.
"You sure about this one?" Mark asked glancing at Jimmy.
"Of course I am," Jimmy said with a nod. "I think he can do it. He's a pretty cool kid."
"What do I have to do?" I asked starting to get impatient with this conversation. I could do anything they could dish out. I would prove that to Mark.
"Spend the night in there," Mark explained pointing at the plant.
Sure the place looked big and dark but what was supposed to be so scary about it? The neighborhood I used to live in was a lot scarer then that place.
"What's the big deal about that place?" I asked.
"It's haunted," Mark said standing up. "No one ever goes in there."
"Haunted? By who?" I asked and gave a laugh. I knew very well there was no such thing as a ghost.
"These dead children," Mark said in a low voice. "No one knows how they died or why. It's a mystery."
This is just great. These guys think I'm going to be afraid of sleeping in a place that is supposed to be haunted by a bunch of kids. That isn't scary.
"Alright," I said. "I'll do it."
"We'll be waiting right here for you," Jimmy explained pointing to the ground..
"If you come out there for any reason during the night you don't get to hang out with us," Mark said smirking. "It's that simple."
"I'm just going to go in there, go to sleep, and laugh in you guy's face in the morning," I said and started to walk towards the plant.
It looked a lot bigger and scarer up close. Despite the fact it was scary it seemed like a force was pulling me towards the building. I couldn't back out on this. I walked up to one of the doors and opened it. A loud 'creak' broke the silence of the night. I stepped inside and closed the door. One again all was quiet and dark.