Murder on 24th Street

Ever since I moved into the supposedly haunted house on 24th street, I've been best friends with Dagger.

We would sit on our almost conjoining roofs and just talk about weird things ranging from peacocks to the existence of mythical creatures. All was well and our friendship was taking the long awaited turn into relationship.

That is until, the night of my 16th birthday. Dagger didn't come home. He was stabbed in a vicious mugging and died in my arms.

Several nights after he died, the strange appearances of Dagger started. No one else seemed to see him. It's impossible, I thought. Dagger died!

After close examination, we discovered strange wounds on his body. Doctors said they were probably snake bites or something. I knew better though. After all that time spent talking about mythical creatures and trying to prove their existence, I knew Dagger had somehow encountered one. The one who killed him, or possibly saved his life.

(Caution: This story contains violence. I will not censor because the violence is crucial to the plot. If that's a trigger for you, don't block or flag it just don't read it.)