There once was a 17 year old boy, who wandered around the neighborhood. Everyday he goes to someone else's house. When people ask him where or why he's going there; he always answers that he's just going to a friend's birthday party, even though he's completely friendless. People tend to believe that he's homeless or just some troublemaker, but the little immature kids tend to believe or tell stories about him being a serial killer who walks to his next victim's houses. But then there was a teenage girl who was curious enough to wonder where he was truly going to & why. So one day she followed him after school, but he noticed quickly that she was following him. He went underneath a bridge that was well known for people ending their lives. She was very confused. She wondered to herself "why did he lead me here?" Then he told her to come out, so she came out where she was hiding. "How could you possibly know I was hiding there?" she asked him. He didn't answer & just casually started walking toward her. She backs away, but then he trips & falls down into the cement floor; scraping his skin, making him bleed. The girl goes up to him & reaches out her hand to him, making her seem all polite. He grabs her hand & makes himself get up fully, but then her skin starts to melt down slowly. She finally melted fully, afterwards he collected her remains in a glass jar. Then the next day he disappeared & never came back to that very own town.
