Amber blew into her hands while walking down the street, faking a smile and waving as if she was fine but on the inside she was on the verge of losing her mind. She only just returned and is now hearing about a said friend that even she herself had no clue of. It was because it wasn't true.
She doesn't have a friend of the name Damien. She also had no memory of Damien being in their neighbourhood. She stomped her feet in frustration on her way to his house. There was but one way to find out. She was going to confront Damien.
Amber stopped and paused for a good minute. She was staring at a black wooden house. Staring at it made her realize that she in fact knew the house. It's been in her neighbourhood for years, when rumours of it being hunted started going around and well of course it only remained rumors created by curious kids who had time to waste.
