By Neel Anil Panicker
‘Hey Oscar, let’s investigate. It says Satan’s Playground’.
The two friends looked at one another as the sun’s rays receded from above their temples, slipping past the corner side street where they stood, their hands__tender and tucked inside over-sized pockets, a mere furlong from where they lived.
As the shadows darkened an eerie silence hung all over the derelict place.
“No ways. Uncle Tom’s warned us not to get anywhere close to this building. Says it’s infested with demons.”
‘What a load of crap! I’m going in, you sissy. I aint afraid’.
Oscar watched, his heart thumping faster than an unhinged yo-yo, fear writ large over his twelve-year-old face.
A jaunty pull over nonexistent fence, a clumsy hop and a skip thereafter, and Jonathan had swaggered in through the crumbling façade of the two storied ghostly post office.
By the time the screams erupted, Oscar had collapsed to the ground.
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