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
“I never went to Vegas. That was all a lie to try and attempt to save face for being the biggest loser everyone knew. I stayed right where I always was, in my hometown, but in the shadows. I have become the urban legend, surviving in the woods. I have become the sound the kids hear on the trail to the river when they are coming home too late after fishing, I am the story about the guy showering in the girl’s locker room at 7 am, I am the ghost you thought died years ago who still lurks in the dark. Don’t forget about me.”
There wasn’t time to immediately freak out about the end of Daniel’s prediction about himself, because his prediction about the adult lives of Jeremy and I were more chilling.
