Word Count 300
“Are you sure no one lives there?” Spanky asked looking at the top of the iron fence.
“I’m sure just climb up the bars and jump over.” Marvin said annoyed. “I’m right behind you.”
Marvin always dares Spanky to do things. Like the time he dared him to pulling up Cindy’s dress as she walked across the cafeteria carrying her lunch tray. Or the time he dared Spanky to put black pepper in Mrs. Jones attendance book to make her sneeze during class. Marvin knew his friend couldn’t resist a dare no matter how scared he was. Spanky wasn’t going to let anyone call him a sissy.
Now Spanky is walking up this dark path, that’s invisible from the road to the old house on the hill because Marvin dared him. The shadows of the old gnarly trees are reaching out from the dark and the farther they ventured onto the property the darker it becomes. The moon is full and there’s hardly a star twinkling. It was silence is eerily. On the other side of the fence they heard crickets chirping and frogs burping. They heard cars and trucks rambling on the interstate. But behind this fence the only sound they hear is the gravel shifting beneath their feet as they stepped one foot in front of the other.
Spanky whispered while staring straight ahead, “I’m not scared or anything. I just want to be sure there’s no one in that house before we sneak in.”
Marvin smiles and exposes his fangs and says, “No one but my family.”
Spanky turns around, before he could scream Marvin chomped into his neck.
Monday morning Richie is sneaking into the office at school to press the dismissal bell ten minutes early. A dare is a dare and Richie ain’t a sissy.
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