The TV blared from the living room as I sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. The reporter's voice was agitated and urgent.
"...found inside the house. For weeks, no one had been seen coming in or out, until an anonymous phone call alerted the authorities. Then, on Sunday evening, the police made a striking discovery. No signs of struggle or violence, just the two bodies holding hands. While the case seems to point yet again to another suicide pact, the third this month alone and the ninth this year, despite authorities not officially stating anything, neighboring witnesses insist there were ritualistic markings inside this bedroom where they found them. This is consistent with reports of previous incidents. The county sheriff advises parents to use common sense."
I rolled my eyes. It was always the same. Since these suicides started, I'd seen police cars patrolling the school occasionally. No one had been reported missing in our town, so these teens must have come from elsewhere, choosing our neighborhood as their final resting place.
As I left the room, the news story was still playing on the TV. The street they were showing was immediately recognizable, just a few blocks away from my new home.
I hurried out the door, eager to start my day at my new school. My mom said goodbye and kissed me on the forehead, her usual ritual. But part of me wanted to see the house where the suicides had taken place. It was right on my way.
As I turned the corner, the house came into view, but the TV crew was nowhere to be seen. It must have been pre-recorded. The place was cordoned off, but it seemed unnecessary. The house was obviously abandoned and falling apart, with tall grass and old graffiti covering the walls. It would be easy for anyone to break a window and climb in.
I needed something to do.
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Fucking emo
HorrorNew school, new people. Everyone looks the same. But him. He is so fucking emo. Written on a phone and not proofread. Open to to suggestions and corrections.
