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The back of Tristan’s hairs stood up as he saw the black figure crawling towards him, the old house smelled of dust and a backed up septic. He stood shock in the corner trapped between the figure and the door; he could not recognize what it was. The light of the room barely showed that there was something else in the room with him; he could see that it was moving towards him, but still, it was the first time that he has seen such a thing in his life. There is no describing how frightening it was for him, to know that it was his best friend playing a trick on him, as the light hit his friends face, and the brutal reality hit him, he yelled out “Peter! What the hell, are you trying to kill me?” he said as he placed his hand on his chest trying to calm the beat of his heart down, “don’t you know that, those type of jokes could give someone a heart attack?” laughing his head of Peter replied “Ha, ha, ha, you… should have seen… the look on your face.” Tristan now angry gives him a bad stare. Peter whipping the tears from his eyes asks “what are you doing here?” Trying to play it of, Tristan answers “Nothing I just heard a lot of scary stuff about this house, and just decided to check it out. How did you know that I was here?” he said as they both walked towards the exit. On the front broken down porch, Peter then points at the bicycle lying in front of the house “that’s what gave you away.” “Well then how did you know that its mine?” asked Tristan “‘cause you’re the only boy I know with the power puff girls stickers on their bike.” He said as he made his point and pointing them out. “Hey you can’t blame me for those. That was all my little sister.” Tristan quickly tries to peel them of his bike, embarrassment showing of his face. “You do know that this is her bike, I just stole it from her?”

They both ride to Tristan’s House, as he walks in the door his mom says to him “Tristan, put your bike up out back.”

“Mom, you mean Haley’s bike.”

-“No, I mean your bike. Put it up, and please make sure you don’t knock something down on top of the car again.”

To be continued…

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