I was ten when we moved into our new neighborhood. I didn't know much then. Our new neighborhood wasn't as friendly as the last. Everyone seemed to keep to themselves. It got to a point where boredom was at its highest peak. Even television became tiring to watch as a kid. I didn't have toys or friends. All I had was my little bicycle.
"Mom! Can I go for a ride on my bicycle?"
"Of course honey. Just be sure to stick around. Don't go too far. Do you understand?"
"Yes mom." I said like a happy child.
I took my bike and rod off, humming and trying to enjoy the breeze. Then I realized that even the neighborhood was dead. There was no sign of life anywhere. I couldn't even hear the birds singing.
I rod past a house that caught my eye. It looked normal yet spooky. I came down my bike and held the fence searching for any kid around I could play with; nothing.
