Everyone knew you didn’t go into the house on third street. Everyone knew you certainly did not dare your friends to try the kill the man inside.

Well last summer I was that friend only I managed to convince my friends to do it with me, but when we got inside… all we found was a bunch of bright blue butterflies, a black trench coat, and a busted black umbrella. We moved to the kitchen swinging our flashlights like lightsabers. We found yet another bright blue butterfly sitting on top of… Oh gosh. The blue butterfly was sitting atop the dead body of the old man. Someone had already killed him. Wait… what if the killer was still here? Watching and waiting for…Nope I’m out, bye!