Jack stuffed his mouth with a bowl of popcorn. He and Crew were starting to grow bored of binging dog shows. He reached for the remote and stopped the television, looking over at Crew.
"Why did you stop it?" Crew spat, jumping off his seat.
"Because, I'm bored, and this isn't helping."
"I suppose so." Crew stated, laying back on his silky couch. "What do you have in mind?"
"Do you like ghosts?" Jack questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"A horror movie?" Crew was interested.
"No silly. Ghost hunting. For god sakes there's a cemetery outside your house." Jack shrugged, grabbing his bowl of popcorn and grabbing a jacket. "What are you waiting for?"
"Jack? Really? It's eleven o' nine. Do you realize how late it is." Crew complained, de-clothing Jacks jacket.
"Your such a wimp. Whatever floats you boat." He grabbed back the jacket and ran outside, basically forcing his friend to go with him. They ran into the dense thicket, heading towards the cemetery. "Hurry up, man."
"Jesus I'm coming, I'm coming." Crew huffed and puffed, inhaling hair and pushing it out. He found himself on the edge of the cemetery, watching the birds flock away. Christmas was quickly approaching.
"Damn. I've never been out here. It's so cold during winter." Jack exclaimed peering over the railing.
"Is this all you wanted to do?" Crew questioned, but Jack wasn't listening. He was admiring the empty yard of nestled dead bodies. "Jack?"
"Oh sorry. Yeah?" Jack stopped looking, and suddenly they heard someone walking the streets. They both focused there eyesight through the fencing and onto Tubbo, waking lonely on the sidewalk, inspecting his finger.
The kids began laughing and snickering, catching Tubbo attention. He began sprinting away.
"What's he so worried about?" Asked Jack, jumping off the fence.
"Beats me. Can we please go? You saw the cemetery and everything. Let's go back. Now." Crew demanded, crossing his arms in the middle of a cold forest. "Race me." He grinned.
Crew and Jack rush back, sprinting to the house. There feet carries them far, until they get home at least. Midway through though, Jack steps over his lose shoe string, and trips right in the grass. In the midst of it all he swears he saw a figure. Someone was watching. But he continued to ignore it.
"Beat you." Crew bragged. He teased Jack with a silly face. "Can we sleep now?"
"Out here?" Jack asked, surprised how rebellious Crew was being to his usual schedule.
"Yeah, why not." Crew shrugged. Little did he know this would be the move that's cost him his life.
YOU ARE READING
Splinter Way
Misterio / SuspensoIn the small town of Marryton, Texas, an experiment backfired causing the release of a deadly virus that threatens there entire town. Will they be able to distinguish these zombies in time or will they conquer the world and leave it in pieces?
