Jaime Niedzwiecki

Reward

I sat in my car in front of the old abandoned farm house at the end of the street. The house sat vacant as long as I had lived in this neighborhood, which was going on 15 years now. The house had been abandoned by its owner and left to the elements. Its white paint chipped away and large windows boarded up, only a glimmer of the beauty it once held. A chill ran down my spine thinking about what was happening inside the house now. My eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of life.