The Creepy Neighbor Boy

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When I was in Fith grade, my family and I visited New Mexico a lot because we were born there.

I loved to hang out with my two cousins Tony and Paul. They were exactly like my brother and I, which is why we loved to hang out with them. When we were at their small home in Pecos, we would play soccer in their backyard or watch TV.

When we weren’t doing either of those, we would be messing around with are legos, trying to see which one of us could create the weirdest structure. One day, we were all playing a game we made called Pinecone wars, but I don’t really remember the rules because it’s been so long.

Then, the neighbor and some of his family comes out of their house. It was right next to Tony and Paul’s house and I think the neighbor’s sister was talking with my mom. Suddenly, the boy from the house walks up to us and says hi to Tony and Paul. He seemed normal at first, but that was only because I had just met him.

Paul introduced my brother and I to him. I’ll just refer to the boy as Owen.

We shook hands and immediently, my hand begin to itch. “Huh, strange.” I thought to myself shortly after my hand started itching.

I believe Owen was two years older than I was. We played Pinecone wars until my grandma called my brother and I to go eat dinner. I forgot to mention that the rest of my family was staying at my grandma’s house, except for my father because he drove us to New Mexico and then dropped us off at our grandma’s house.

After I ate, I went to the couch and played Legend of Zelda on my Gameboy color. Since my grandma’s neighborhood was relatively safe, she didn’t have an alarm system which probably explains what happened next. My brother and I had to go to bed, so I slept in the guest room. I left my Gameboy on the couch and then I heard the door open quietly.

My heart froze.

I layed there, stuck for a minute until I finally pulled the blanket above my head. I heard my door open and it felt like my heart was gonna burst out of my chest. I heard heavy breathing on the other side of my bed, and I put my hands around my nose and mouth to control my breathing. I then heard footsteps leave my room, and I didn’t get any sleep that night.

The next day, I found a note on the floor that was written in permanent marker. It said “Hi Lily, good luck sleeping tonight.” Next to the note was a rabbit paw which was stained in blood. I screamed so loud that the neighbors probably heard.

My mom came running into my room and saw the note and rabbit’s paw. Her face turned white and it looked like she wanted to throw up.

My little brother also bolted into the room and he screamed.

FInally, my grandma came in and gagged.

She grabbed a pair of gloves from the garage and used them to throw out the rabbit paw. I lost my appetite which caused me to not eat for the whole day. Also I forgot to mention that I never found my Gameboy after that night.

I didn’t feel very safe that night, so I told my family to lock the doors this time. In the middle of the night, I hear a knock at the window.

Unfortunetly, the bed I was in was right next to the window so I was forced to look out of it. I saw Owen giving me this painfully wide smile. I didn’t know what to do at that moment, and I saw him try to open the window. After realizing it was locked, he stormed off and I still didn’t get any sleep that night. Four years later, I found out that Owen murdered someone who lived in the same state as me.

Everytime I remember what happened that night, I realize how close I was to getting murdered just like those unfortunate people. I haven’t told anyone outside of the internet about what happened that night, but I’m not planning on telling anyone

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