The House Across the Street

There was an abandoned house across from my apartment.

Nobody had lived there for years.

Every night, however, one window was lit.

I thought it was strange, but I never paid much attention.

Until I saw someone standing behind the curtain.

It was a little boy.

He waved at me.

I waved back.

The next night, he was there again.

This time, he held a piece of paper against the window.

It said:

HELP ME.

I called the police.

When they

A moody and mysterious forest pathway captured at twilight, inviting exploration.

The Voice That Knew

He walked the trail because the others said it was nothing. Just dirt and trees and the kind of quiet that settles…