The house on Cherry Hill

                Friday the 13th was a day to be feared in my town, schools were canceled and stores shut down. I didn’t believe in this holiday and everyone knew it. To some I was a crazy girl; to others I was testing the hand of fate. I learned to ignore people after a while, but today for some reason this group of kids found a way to my bad side.

                “YOU WHITCH” Kid one yelled at me while throwing a cup filled with some vanilla liquid at me but missed

                “What the fuck is wrong with you brats” I said back, not yelling or it would look bad on my part

                “You’re the only one who doesn’t believe in this holiday” another kid from the back said, this kid must have been there leader since everyone stopped talking when he spoke. He approached me and the other kids backed away. “Who is this kid” I thought looking down on him. He must have been eleven years old. His eyes were brown which matched his hair.  He looked up at me and took in my features from my short blonde hair to my sandals.

                “I like your eyes” he said and extended his hand for me to shake, I didn’t instead I started to walk away. I had enough of these brats and all I wanted to do was go home and curl up on my couch to watch TV.         

                “My names Carl” he said, his voice not to distance, it was obvious he was following me. “Listen you of all people should know that people in this town know who you are, they don’t like you since you won’t go with the flow.”

“So, what do you want? Can’t you see that I’m busy” I stopped walking and turned around; he was only a few passes away from me.

                “I want to help you prove them wrong, you know how the house on top of Cherry Hill? It’s supposed to be haunted. Why don’t you sleep there tonight and when you emerge alive tomorrow. Maybe people will stop believing in this day”. Who was this kid and why did he want to help me? Instead of answering his question I continued my walk home.

                “Be there at eight!” he yelled from where I left him. The rest of the walk home was like any other day, people starred, others looked away, and some made rude remarks. I didn’t care; I ignored them all and made it home without saying another word. I locked the door behind me and flopped down on the sofa. No one was home and no one will be home until tomorrow mid day. My parents worked a lot, but it didn’t bother me. It let me live a nice life and that’s all I could ask. When I get older I would move out and away from this crazy town. Several hours had passed since I got home. I don’t know why I looked at the clocked but it read 7:45 pm.  That’s when I started thinking about going, spending the night at that house. I thought if I did people would stop believing in this day. It just started with that thought and the next thing I knew I was out the door by 7:50. A light drizzle of rain started to fall down upon me. I didn’t care for it much, but I wasn’t really prepared for rain or spending the night in an abandoned building for that matter. I started to run through the rain, I was going to miss the dead line, I had fifteen minutes of a run and only had seven left.

By the time I arrived I was five minutes late and my shirt was drenched in water, my shorts were less dry but still wet. As I arrived I was greeted by the same group of kids that harassed me. I looked for the leader; it didn’t take long to spot him since he spotted me. He waved his arm in the air to signal me. We both approached each other and exchanged a couple words before I was sent to enter the building.  We didn’t say much, I kind of thought it was going to be like a showdown and we both would exchange some witty banter before I went inside but all we talked about were the rules.