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House number 21.

That vacant house that used to be right across ours, where a man alone used to live all by himself. After a month, the man fled off from the house, claiming that a sinister creature of some sort was present in that house.

Everyone in the town refused to believe him; and I did too- thinking that he has gone bonkers, and he belongs in the insane asylum.

That night when he left this town, the whispers of the dead souls and screams of terror that echoed in the streets rang in my ears, along with a faint smell of death hanging in the chilling darkness.

I thought I was having a nightmare; maybe I wanted to believe so. Till I saw the lights flickering constantly and the dark shadows lurking upon......

Okay, I was just messing with you guys.

You see, I was just so 'inspired' by the horror movie that was being played last night on the television.

I'll stop now and move on to the actual story.

Basically, house number 21 was just an empty house right across the street of ours, and a neighbour of ours has moved out a few years ago.

Yeah, it was just a normal bungalow that looked identical to ours. The exterior of the house looked practically the same as ours. All the houses in this neighbourhood looked like bunch of clones, if you asked me.

I mean it. It's like the architects have either lost their creative touch, or they just can't be bothered to differentiate the housings in this town.

Anyway, I was told by my mom last week that there would be a new family relocating to that house over there, right across the street. Not that I really care.

"Honey, guess what!" my mom exclaimed, as she burst into my room.

Gosh, did she just conveniently ignore the 'Don't disturb' sign at the door? I was immersed into my novel f...

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...Ryan, I told you not to ride motorcycles. Do I need to explain why, again, dear?" the lady suddenly spoke, which surprised me a little at first.

The boy named, Ryan instantly frowned, knitting up his eyebrows together.

"Whatever," he replied, clearly irked by his mother's voice, oh so full of elegance.

The man said, "Ryan, please just listen to your mother."

Instantly, the guy, Ryan had an exasperated face expression crossed his face. He wore his helmet, turned on the engine, and sped off without a word.

Both the parents heaved a deep sigh, whilst mom and I exchanged looks.

"Well, we've better get going," mom said swiftly.

"It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Ruth," the man responded, with a polite smile.

When I turned around, I kept thinking- why do I have a bad feeling that this neighbourhood would be more chaotic than it usually is?

Maybe it was my institution.