“…on me…”
“…when we’re sure…”
I couldn’t make out much of what they were saying but the first voice sounded familiar. After a few moments the whispering began to fade, muffled by the sound of footsteps heading away from the garage. They were leaving, heading towards the street. Long after I could no longer hear either of them, I carefully glanced out the window.
From this angle, I had a partial view of the front lawn and it looked clear. Though, there was something dangling from the tree in front of my house. A lot of something. It looked like…
“Mother fucker…” Someone had covered the tree in toilet-paper. The intense dread that had filled me a moment ago was immediately replaced by indignant frustration as I yanked open the door and stepped outside to get a better look.
