I’ve always wondered what was beyond the boarded up walls at the end of my street. Every afternoon I always get my favorite ice cream from the ice cream truck it’s a strawberry cheesecake pop. The man always gives me a discount since I’m one of his loyal customers. As I’m eating my delicious Icecream I walk down the street thinking of what scenarios will happen once I tear through the wooden planks. I stop in front of the door way and spot a axe by the side of the wooden rocking chair. I pick it up and this a few swings until the door way wasn’t boarded up anymore. I walk down the eerie dark hallway, I see a room with glowing blue lights shining out. I peek my head in the room and see a old man with grey hair with a hunched back standing in front of a shelf with preserved jars full of hands. My eyes widen with shock as my chest felt heavier my breathing was getting faster. The man turned around and grinned at me with his black eyes, I closed the door and sprinted out of the house leaving the half eaten ice cream on the wooden floor board. I ran back to my house and became non verbal whenever my parents talked to me. Ever since that situation happened I never spoke again.