TWILLY's blog: "Others speak for me so much better"

"OK Mrs. Brimley!"

    There was a wooded gulley just across from the playground where nobody ever went because it was right next to the Highway. Holding his hand tight she led him further down an old path until the yelps of the children and the drone of the cars could just barely be heard. Nate would ALWAYS go wherever Pats wanted him to...even when the Haunted House was just an old abandoned tool shed that smelled of mold, motor oil & rotting vegetation. I was a magical place because she said it was.

"See look!...6 is carved into the side...probly by a axe murderer who loves Satan!!!"

Nate was petrified until she said she was just kidding. It still looked scary tho...

"Come on! There's all kinds of weird stuff in here!"

    She beckoned him with a full body gesture that made her look like the leader of the French Revolution, her excitement so contagious that Nate couldn't resist. He peeked inside the creaky door and saw the back wall covered with dusty shelves ceiling to floor. There were also several drawers ranging from very small to quite large, nearly all of the drawer faces askew and hanging on for dear life. On the left side wall there was a long wide bench that ran the length of the shed and on the right wall there were lots of hooks with nothing on them and a stack of garbage bags full of leaves or grass cuttings it seemed. Each side wall had a large paned window and despite the filth caked on the outside and the years of cobwebs stuck to the inside, there was a surprising amount of light coming in.