369 Vine Street

369 Vine Street

The light flickered in the dimly, lit room. I could barely make out what the paper said. I could hardly make the cracks in the concrete, the walls they appeared a sort of a plum color almost black. Where was I?

I also noticed that the area had been visited frequently the evidence was easy to see (we didn't exactly need Sherlock for this well.... part).The tables were also heavily painted with yellow and green lines over the surface. I heard voices.
"Moha I don't know how he found out!" the man pleaded
"SILENCE YOU FOOL!!"Moha hissed angrily.
The door creaked open and I knew I was in trouble.

As I was walking home from school I noticed that my converse were very worn and that they were grimy with mud. As I was tying my shoe, a truck was speeding as if it were trying to take flight and blew my hair in all directions. All I was thinking about was all the missing artifacts that have accrued all over the city.

I live in New York so I was used to trucks