It began as a typical day. I was standing in my friend, Carson’s, front yard talking with his parents when I noticed something peculiar. Something was off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but the change was undeniable.
Moments later, I noticed my friend crouched in the bushes. I was now certain that something was going on. I stepped closer out of curiosity, and Carson yelled out, “Run!”
My time at Carson’s House was filled with unexplainable experiences:
We couldn’t explain any the anxiousness we felt so we decided to make a run for it. As soon as we began sprinting, strange figures emerged from the darkness of the night. We continued our sprint and were relieved when we finally reached the safety of my parent’s house.
It took us days to explain what had happened that night. It was only then that we realized we had stumbled upon something sinister. We now refer to it as “Carson’s House What If”.
We will never know what happen at Carson’s House that night, and we’ll never know what or who we truly saw. Regardless, I’m reminded of the fear I felt that night whenever I pass by Carson’s House. All I can do is be thankful for the divine intervention that allowed us to escape.