I Went With My Best Friend To Our Childhood Hangout Spot, And We Really Should Have Just Stayed Home
Before his words could sink in, Daniel pushed me towards the approaching fire and was back out the door before I could turn around to catch a glimpse of him. I ran up to the door, tried to open it, but he must have managed to lock it tightly from the outside.
By 
Jack Follman
“Daniel,” I started to plead.
“Don’t try to beg to me now Kevin. You forgot about me years ago.”
He nudged me closer to the door to where I could see the splinters in the wood in my vision now.
“What the hell were we supposed to do? You did what you wanted.”
“Open the door.”
“Come on Daniel.”
