It was starting to become a pattern. Wake up, endure school and then… come here
He didn’t know what it was about this abandoned house that drew him to it, day in and day out.
He knew that his father would be furious to know his son was trespassing on private property.
But he couldn’t help it. Something about the lonely place saddened him. People looked away from it and pretended it didn’t exist. But it still stood there. Almost like it was waiting for something.
He wondered who’d lived there before. Why had they just left it like this?