It's been weeks since the funeral. Weeks since the for-sale sign was stuck to the front yard of the house. There have been no visitors. The family moved out, or what's left of it, and the sign is still there, and no people have come.
Some say the sign will always stay there. Its wood will rotten, and weeds will grow around it, ivy will climb it, kids will write on it. The new ones. The generation that won't know what happened.
Some say the house will always belong to the boy they buried in the woods, and later in a pretty grave under a tree in the old cemetery. At first, it didn't even look like a grave, but a bed of flowers instead.
There are still flowers there but only wild ones now. The boy always picks the wild ones. The ones that grow in between the cracks in the pavement. The ones in the woods. Sometimes, instead of just laying them there, he puts them inside empty glass bottles.
He comes every day. Says I'm sorry. Time and time again. Says it's all his fault. But he'll make it right.
He'll make it all right.
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One for the Team
Mystery / ThrillerThe body of a missing student is buried in the woods. But only a few know this. At first, it was just a running joke in the hallways of Northwoods High, a lowbrow school in a lower brow town. Finn Sexton never really thought the joke was funny, but...
