walking between the raindrops, riding the aftershock beside you
off into the sunset, living like there's nothing left to lose
chasing after gold mines, crossing the fine lines we knew
hold on and take a breath, i'll be here every step
walking betwee...
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"Look," resumed Kie. "You guys know whose house this is, right?"
"Oh yeah," said JJ. "No, I do."
"Honestly, I don't really believe the stories of this place," replied John B.
"Yeah, me neither," supported Isis.
"Okay, which stories did you hear then?" asked JJ.
"Uh, she killed her husband with an axe," she answered. "And she buried the rest of his body somewhere. Also, no one saw her ever since. She's like holed up in her own house."
"Yeah, exactly!"
"And on certain nights, when the moon is full... you can see her in the window!" added Kie, turning to them with fingers moves supposed to scare them.
Isis let out a genuine laugh.
"No, Kie, it's not funny, cause it's all true!" scolded JJ. "I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis. Jeez!" he started, bumping into Isis as he stepped away from a statue.
"Dude, watch out!"
"Oh, sorry."
"Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?" asked John B.
"Yeah, dude."
"How do you know Hollis Crain?" inquired Pope.
"She was my babysitter, man. She told me all about it. Told me the truth... about her mother, and what happened in this house."
"You don't have to look so serious, we're not in a fucking horror movie," teased Isis.
"You don't have to believe me," he shrugged. "But I swear, it's all true. As a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, and she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn't believe it. Until that night."
Isis held back a laugh seeing his serious face.
"What night?" frowned John B.
"It all came back to her," explained JJ. "When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in a sink... full of blood."
Okay, maybe Isis was starting to be nervous. Just to be sure, she looked around.
"Her mother just says that she cut her finger," resumed JJ. "The next morning, she says her father and her split up. But then Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlor constantly, in and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. And as she's using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse... is her father's head, looking straight back at her."
