Bloody Neighbors

The two men lay in the snow, listening to the branches creak in the forest. Silence. A crow cawed in the distance, interrupting the calm only for a second. As the two men’s fate approached, they began to perceive things that they had never experienced before. All the crackling, shuffling, and whistling became crystal clear to them, and they wondered how they had never heard these sounds before. Little shimmers and sparkles caught their eyes as if to tell them to enjoy their last moments in this world. Frost glittered in the slivery moonlight, cascading upon them through an opening in the dense canopy

The neighborhood that I chose was consider one of the oldest neighborhood in Brooklyn- Flatbush. To be honest, I didn’t know must about this neighborhood prior to this research. The only thing that I knew about was when I first came to the United States; Flatbush was a pretty bad neighborhood to venture at night. The reason was because, we could always heard in the media about shooting happened inside that neighborhood. One of my relative even told me that don’t enrolled in Brooklyn College when I was still in high school because the area around wasn’t safe at all. Since then, I had a bad impression about Flatbush. In recent years, because of the gentrification, the neighborhood of Flatbush like many other gentrified neighborhood for instance

It was late at night. Dennis and Agatha Garner pulled into the driveway of the lake house they would be staying for the next 5 days. The drive was a brutal sixteen hours from Sacramento, California to Flathead Lake in the far northwest of Montana. Their parents refused to make any stops other than to use the bathroom every four hours or so. Dennis’s Gameboy had died a while ago and Agatha had pretty much filled every page in her coloring book and had probably read the picture book she brought at least 20 times over and had passed out by the time they had arrived, but at last the ride had finally been finished. The area around the house around the house was shrouded in darkness. The air was much cooler and had the feeling as if Dennis was walking

Walking under the canopy of trees was like a breath of fresh air from the harsh reality of the world. The sun’s rays try and try to push through the thicket of trees. Yet the trail stays barely light enough to see.

This was the exact place where my mother grew into a women. I’m chomping on my food as we coast farther into the neighborhood. When I glance at my surroundings, my eyes turn into wide saucers. I was captivated by what had managed to happen over the years. It was as if a spirit has blew on the neighborhood and knocked everything down. You would think a storm caused this disarray, but this is what crime and corruption does communities. The food weighed in my hand, for I was no longer hungry, just in complete shock. The air was eerie and uncomfortably silent as we turned the corner. My mother’s gasp breaks the silence and I snap my head in her direction. “This was my friend’s house! I would come over to watch movies and eat popcorn in her basement,” my mom moans, getting emotional. This house was charred, allowing red bricks, scorched wood, and glass to collect in a heaping pile, leaving only the chimney standing. The more we drove around this neighborhood, the more it looked like an abandoned warzone then a tight-knit community that once caused my mother so much

“What did you do to me?” I whisper hoarsely, releasing the hold on my head. When my hands drop to the floor beside my face, I note the dark blood sliding through my fingers. Just like my dream, I had ripped the skin around my ears open from squeezing so hard. Perhaps I hadn’t been thinking it all up; maybe there was a hint of truth to the dream.

As night began to fall, our world, already darkened by the dense mass of foliage above our heads, faded into utter blackness. A warm breeze, the smell of pine, and the feel of our cots underneath us being the only sensations felt. A campfire was not

I answered the phone, it was my friend Zoie “Hey, do you and Lane want to go get ice cream with Thomas and I?” I respond “Yes, we would love to! See you soon!” Lane and I got into my car and drove the what would be treacherous fifteen minutes to my friend Zoie’s house. We were blasting Walked in by Bankroll Fresh, “Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building, that mean I got something expensive”. We finally got to her twisty, turny, and curvy neighborhood, it was drizzling out side not to mention it was as dark as midnight outside. This wouldn’t have phased me before, I loved driving in the dark at night- the rain just made it a little more soothing. Over a small hill, down the hill, we hit a sizeable puddle. Passing a yellow with a curve ahead picture on it. The curve was so sharp that you almost hit your head against the window.

Holland looked around the pool of the waterfall, trying to see if anything was out of the ordinary. She’d only been to the Kane Falls a couple of times; once with her father and once with Logen. Holland remembered the note instructed her to knock three times but she had no idea where to knock and the sun was slowly making its way behind the horizon. It wasn't unsafe to be out after dark, not in the city, or even in the towns. The forest however, was a different story. There were so many unknown things in the forest that nobody dared attempt to explore it after dark. Even with the sun minutes from the horizon, the forest looked nearly pitch black and unnervingly foreboding.

Through the woodsAs the snow descended from the sky, the book club gathered by the warm fire to discuss their newest read.This club was just of five people, Ben, Tabitha, Shane, Sarah and Palmer. They were all the best of friends since high school. While everyone talked, and laughedand was captivated by the banter, Ben was particularly was enthralled by the snow. The way it fell lightly from the sky put him in a trance, and made him feel like he was in a different world. Although living in Minnesota for all his life, Ben could never get enough of the winter wonderland, but tonight wasdifferent, tonight he felt like he was being called out of the house but couldn’t understand how or why.He felt likeIgnoring his better judgment and the requests of his friends, he went out. He saw a man run

I crept through my narrow tunnel and entered the night. Branches rattled as my rusty tail brushed by it. A solitude of silence surrounded me. My red coat was quickly covered in a blanket of black. I inhaled; the smell was stale. I was vigilant yet fearless. The forest belonged to me. I was the silent hunter.

The thought of being in the same space as him rampaged within my mind like an inviolable train, that ceased to stop. “There is nothing to fear except fear itself” they say, if only they knew what I was up against.

The moment I walked into the wood, my imagination made it seemed scarier than what I expected. Step by step, I carefully walked on a narrow trail where the rain of last night created a damp cheerless atmosphere. The light of the moon lighted the trace help

Mark and Amy Bishop hated their new neighbors, they had only been here for less than a month and already they found them loud rude and completely into themselves. Each day they found themselves finding another problem, another subtle nuisance that that made their blood boil. “I can’t believe their playing music at this time of hour” “don’t they know other people are trying to sleep” Amy would complain. They just let their trash pile up outside it makes our entire neighborhood look bad Mark would say as He looked out the window to see the mountain of trash that had been made from old pizza boxes and half drunken beer bottles and although Mark and Amy would try to ignore to the best of their ability they found themselves all too often at ends with them.

The dark red blood was now covering the sidewalk, puddling up around my father. In this moment I just wanted the help to arrive as quickly as possible. My mother was trying her best to comfort my father, although she was not stable herself at this point.