Eraser #1 (10.09.17)

Two boys pushed through the old crooked fence, one of their backpacks catching on a rusted nail and tearing a bit as it jerked his heart still, like it was trying to turn them away from what lie ahead. They were stalking under moonlight so as not to be seen, saving their flashlights for the black shadows inside the abandoned manor on top of the hill. They'd left their bikes at the end of the long drive, hidden in the weeds and covered by the creeping mist that spread across the field like a ghost.  

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