Mr Brown
by Jack Koebnig
It had been our initiation. Had been since the summer.
But it went horribly wrong and very quickly our smiles turned sour.
The test was simple: knock on Mr Brown’s door and run away. It had worked many times before. Except this time Mr Brown must have been lurking behind the door and as soon as little Billy knocked, the door flew open and he was yanked inside.
We should have stayed to help but when we saw Mr Brown through the downstairs window ripping Billy’s arms from their sockets … we ran.
We ran for our lives.
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