Leonel 1992 Page 55

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Narrator POV

It was a little after eight, and Leonel and a few of his friends from school were now in the backyard, of his home...at the very end of the backyard in a circle...around a bon-fire.

There were six tents surrounding them, and the six tents were all at the center of the back of the backyard, in the middle of the four, dreadfully looking trees which adorned the end of the backyard...where the fence was separating it from the over-looking dark hill.

It was a beautiful night to camp out, the sky was completely clear...not a single cloud in the night sky, as the millions of stars sparkled all above, glowing brightly like the bon-fire the kids had started!

It was a night...for scary stories, it was a night for scares too, but most importantly, it was a night for Leonel and his biddies to just kick-back and relax after a grueling week from school and chores...and other activities with their families, which they might not have been very thrilled about.

Albert's POV

"DUDE...NO, SERIOUSLY MAN...I'M NOT KIDDING DUDE WHEN I'M SAYING THIS, THIS AIN'T NO FUCKING LIE HERE...IT'S ALL OVER, YOU CAN CHECK FOR YOURSELF AND FIND OUT ABOUT IT IF YOU WANT TOO...I mean, just take a trip to the fucking library bro...", I was trying to sound as convincing as possible...not for the fact that I thought, they thought I was lying...but for the fact all this shit WAS ON SOME REELS IN A MICROFILM AT THE LOCAL LIBRARY...and more shit in the historical section in some books too!

"BRO...COME ON MAN, you know your shit ain't got no fucking proof of this...and who the fuck is going to be walking into no-fucking library either man...come on dude...", Leonel's ass tried 'dissing' my shit.

"No dude...seriously, this isn't a 'scary story' just for 'scares' ,and shit...it's not fiction, there really was a fucking priest dude living where your house is right now man...honest to god bro...", I continued making my fucking case!

"You're not really that much 'GODLY' bro...until now HAHAHA...", that fucking ass-hole of Edgar stepped in!

"So...your ass is clamming that some fucking 'priest' has his place over where my house is right now...like what, a hundred years and shit...", Leonel kept at it, not believing my shit.

"Yeah bro...honest -to god, there was another house where yours is...right here, and it wasn't a hundred years ago either dude, it was six-hundred years ago too...", I continued and added.

"All sounds fucking crazy as shit to me dude...I mean, six hundred years ago there was nothing here dude...", Gabriel cut-in my shit with these two!

"So...look, whatever bro, don't give a shit what all you guys think...the fact of the matter is there was another house here bro...right where your house is now, and this whole yard was part of it too...and that fucking dark-ass hill behind it...was as well, now it's not...but from what I read back then this whole place was a huge property that was owned by some crazy -ass priest dude who fucking went crazy and started taking indigenous boys...all the indigenous boys in the area man...from the shit I read, he would take one at a time, and cut him up into little fucking pieces dude...and he would keep the body parts all stored in some fucking 'ice-box' so he could have them for later cause he was eating them bro...", I continued with my fucking story as the guys got all fucking grossed out and shit and started to say shit cause we were now roasting the fucking hot-dogs in the fire.

"DUDE...FUCKING SERIOUS, YOU'RE FUCKING SERIOUS...WE'RE ABOUT TO FUCKING EAT AND SHIT, AND THE BITCH ASS SCARY STORY YOU COME UP WITH IS SOME 'CANNIBAL' SHIT BRO...NAH MAN...", Caleb's ass ranted, placing his already cooked hot-dog in the bun, one of the buns from the package we had brought out to the bon fire.

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