Old man Jenkins lived in a run down old house on the corner of my street. You hardly saw him during the day, but his house was always lit up and alive at night. I had been watching his house since we had moved in 10 years ago. I was convinced he was some kind of creature of the night and had even gotten in trouble last year for trespassing on his property trying to sneak in one afternoon.

Old man Jenkins had a older than my parents gentleman living with him who took care of the day to day stuff I guess. Everyone thought he was a nephew because he didn’t act or dress like a home health aide. His name we knew as Dawkins. I don’t know if that was his first or last name. All I knew is that that is what he introduced himself as when he caught me trying to get in the dog door last summer. He made my skin crawl with how creepy he was.

I was undaunted I was going to get in that house and see for myself what old man Jenkins was. My friends thought I was crazy and just a little obsessed. More than once I’d heard “you’d have to be an absolute fool to believe that!” When I told them my theories, but I was about to expose him and be branded a hero!