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Tyler: A Fictional Narrative
“Tyler” We knocked on the door early this morning. After years of that old house just sitting there collecting filth, someone finally bought it. It didn’t seem like anyone was home, I looked through the window and just saw black. No TV, no couch, nothing. Just darkness. I knock again and the door creaked open. It smelt like sludge and cigarettes. I hate the smell of those nasty things. “Hello? Anyone home?” I say. I hear nothing but the trees blowing in the wind. Then I saw a man dressed in all black approach me. “Who are you?” His voice was deep and loud, but not angry sounding at all like I thought. “I’m your neighbor, just around the corner.” He had to be at least 7 foot tall. I was 6 feet and I still had to look up. He took off his coat and suddenly looked a lot smaller. His arms were small, boney. His skin was pale like snow. You could see his bones through his skin. I have no idea how he had such a deep voice to be so thin. “What’s your name son,” the first time I met him he never asked a question, he never did. “Tyler, Tyler Cradic.” He looked at me funny and smiled. I asked, “What’s your name?”
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I couldn’t tell if John creeped me out or he was cool. Anyways I went back to see him the next day. He wasn’t home. There wasn’t a car, the house looked even worse then I first saw it. I knocked on the door and it just slowly creaked open. I saw a note on one table and it read, “Go to basement.” It looked just like my hand writing. I opened doors looking for the basement. I finally found it. I could believe what I saw when I walked down those stairs. What I saw changed my life….
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