"Are you sure? Many believe that. They think there's something in this place that brings bad luck."
He turned to me, taunting me with a smirk.
"Are you afraid?"
"I'm not.
When he stopped, I stopped too. I looked down. I kicked the sand in the foot with the shoe.
"Did the owner really die here or did they just disappear suddenly? Did they leave?" I asked.
I don't know if he can give me the answers, though. I heard Dales was built around 1900, really a long time ago so if anyone knows what really happened it's just your elders.
"You want to know the real story?"
I looked up at him. He leaned closer. He fixed my wind -blown hair. His fingers stopped at my jaw for a bit. My chest throbbed as his eyes became more serious.
