We grew up together, fighting pirates on our make believe ship, chasing down ghosts with our imaginary gadgets. We were inseparable until the elders got involved, separating us when I was just eight years old. Our parents forbade us from even speaking to each other
His heart pounding, his grandma handed him the fishing rod. It shook in his hands and he shook a little too. He was now living the stories Jack always bragged about. I’m one of the menfolk now, he thought.
Unsure of what I had witnessed a few moments before. I headed back to the room with the figure in it. Before I could make it all the way, a key came flying into the hallway, bouncing against the wall. A metallic clink echoed down the hallway as the key struck my chest.
