This is the first part of a story that I will be adding onto monthly. If you want it to continue, vote yes, if not, no. Well, here goes.
This is the story of Bobby Anders. He was your average twelve year old boy. Moody, interested in girls,and always eager to impress.
He had a wild tangle of curly dark brown hair, which looked like a nest more than anything. He was tall and somewhat scrawny, but he was the best athlete in the school. People often pointed that out, trying to convince him to go out for sports. But he hated the idea.
One day, he was walking through a back alley, a quick shortcut to his house, when he heard something. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was getting the creeps. It was almost like muffled argument. He slowly edged to the door that he was hearing voices from. The old door was locked, he’d tried, so he was surprised to find that that was in fact where the voices were coming from. He put his ear to the door.
“You fool! He’s right outside the door!”
Bobby’s heart pounded in his chest. He pulled his head away from the door as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer. He wanted to run, but he found himself rooted to the spot, petrified with fear. The door swung inward and rough hands pulled him into a dimly lit room.
To be continued…