Mini Horror Stories

The kid next door

When I was younger I always loved going over to my next door neighbor's house and loved playing with my best friend Sam.My mother warned it was dangerous over there and not to go but,I never listened and went anyway.Now the years have gone by and I'm hanging out with my sister Christine and I've just remembered about the old house,I brought it up and she remembered about how sometimes she went over with me and how fun it was.We decided to visit his home where we made so many memories together and as soon as we got there it seemed abandoned broken down falling apart,it wasn't like this it was never this broken down we went over to our childhood home and asked my mom about it apparently before we were born there was a fire and a family with a boy named Sam died.Nobody had repaired the house did we imagine it?I don't think we will ever be able to tell..