Once again, prompt courtesy of Madison Woods. Click the link to see the image, and read all the other great pieces.
The houses were going to be demolished. Owl and Raccoon snuck past the fence set up around the block and into one of the windowless homes.
“We lived here when I was little,” Raccoon said. “Things happened.”
Raccoon looked at him, shuddered and refused to speak. Owl followed him upstairs and into his old bedroom. Something scuttled away behind the walls. Loose floorboards creaked. Furry caterpillars of fear crawled up their spines. The attic access panel was missing from the closet ceiling. Their hearts whispered warnings.
Tendrils of menace nipped at their heels as they ran out.
(Want more? Find the incomplete adventures of Owl and Raccoon here.)