Bread Ghost Kills Some Kids

One

Alexander heard a dog's panting and someone's laugh. Where was he, even?

"You're eating all my marshmellows!" a boy's voice exclaimed.

Somewhat following the noise of his dog and this stranger, Alexander sighed.

He didn't like people. He just didn't. Usually, people would bring up his eyes, which he couldn't even see himself. Aparently, they were different colors - great, though, he couldn't see colors.

He couldn't see at all! What else was there to understand? Maybe Alexander was being too sensitive, but anything regarding him and his appearance made him annoyed.

"Are you this doggie's owner?" the voice asked.

Xavier barked. Alexander was kind of disapointed that his dog was playing with this kid.

"Yeah, I am," mumbled Alexander. "His name's Xavier."

"I'm Theo!"

"I'm Alexander. And I can't see. I'm blind." It felt stupid to start off with, but it also felt like something he had to say.

"Oh, that's cool! Your eyes are cool, too. They're really pretty. I've been told my eyes glow in the dark, almost. They're a bright green," rambled Theo.

"It's dark out?" Alexander asked, ignoring the comment about his eyes.

"Well, actually, the sun's setting now."

Alexander hadn't really known it was dark out. People would think he had a pretty good sense of direction at this point, but not completely. He had most of it figured out, at least. Most of it.

The ground underneath him was wet, and it felt kind of damp outside. It had been raining a while ago - Alexander had still been out while it was. The three senses Alexander relied the most on were smell, sound, and touch.

"Weird question, but where are we?" Alexander reached for Xavier's fluffy body.

"At this mansion I found. We're deep in the woods right now. I think going in will be a lot of fun!" Theo gushed.

"Can you lead me?" Alexander just wanted to get home, really. Wandering far away was something he didn't do on occasion, but it always happened once in a while.

"Oh, sure!"

Giving another bark, Xavier's collar could be heard shaking. Rain droplets landed all over Alexander. "Xavier!" he yelled, smiling nonetheless.

"It wasn't Xavier," Theo said sheepishly. "Well, it was both of us. It was . . . really rainy out here, huh?"

The smile on Alexander's face turned to more of a frown.

Theo grabbed Alexander's wrist and walked him back home.

At least, that was what Alexander thought.

They were suddenly hit by a blast of cold, and that's when Alexander knew something was wrong. His bare feet were standing on wood, not dirt.

"Woah!" gasped Theo. "These curtains feel like they're made of silk, or something."

"What?"

"And these paintings! They're, like, caked in dust! Come feel!"

"No, I-" But Alexander's hand was smacked right onto a sandy feeling canvas, and he couldn't help it.

Pulling his hand away immediately, Alexander grimaced. "Did you take me into the mansion!?"

"You said to lead you!"