Jerry halted to a stop, his bike tires leaving a fresh black streak across the pavement. Tony stopped behind him, his back wheels leaving ground as he almost flipped over the handlebars.
"Dude, you almost made me wipe out!," Tony snapped.
"Look," Jerry said pointing to a top window of a dark Victorian home in front of them. There was a pink curtain that was closed tight.
"Ok, it's a window," Tony sighed. "Big deal."
"No dude. I just saw someone in the window."
"Ok?," Tony said confused. "So what?"
"Don't you know about Dolores Gambers?"
"No," Tony said. "Should I?"
"Dolores Gambers was the widow of a World War II veteran who died in battle, but Dolores would always wait, looking out the window for years after, hoping her love would come back to her. One day, she gave up hope and hung herself in that room. All the neighbors could see her body swinging in that window right there."
"Who told you that shit?," Tony snarked.
"My Uncle Bill," Jerry replied. "He was a kid when she hung herself. He saw her body."
"I call bull," Tony laughed. "We would have heard about it a lot more."
"No dude. A lot of the towns people don't want to talk about it. It still creeps people out. My uncle could barely tell me the story. He had to stop several times."
"Well," Tony said as he began pedaling away. "We might as well not hang around some haunted house."
Jerry took one more look at the pink curtain before sighing and pedaling on after Tony.
