• I crept down the stairs, the very stairs he warned me to stay away from. They creaked beneath my feet as my mind softly whirred.
    My friend, my best friend, has always been there for me, always helped, always loved me, but this is the first time over to his house. For seven long years he never invited me over, but now I had persuaded him to let me come, and he had finally broke.
    A shriek, echoing through the deserted manor in which he called his house. It came from the basement, to which he quickly went down.
    “Stay here,” he said. “It’ll be OK,” he said. “This happens all the time,” he claimed.
    Of course, right after he went down, a large crash fumed from the door to which led to the basement, and someone else shrieked, someone unfamiliar.
    Silence. Silence. It flowed through the corridors like breeze from an opened window.
    I couldn’t stand it. Inside, it killed me.
    I have never met his parents, never, not once. I had never even seen them, and barely heard about them. Children complain about their mothers not letting them have a cool cell phone and fathers who made them chop wood, but he just commented on the weather.
    What else could I do? There was obviously something going on here, something weird, sinister. So I flung open the door and steadily descended upon the rickety wooden stairs.
    As I drew closer, and closer, more clangs erupted, getting quicker, and clumsier, as if someone didn’t want me to see what was happening.
    I got to the end, and my eyes widened with fear.
    A mad scientists lab, if you will, resided in front of me. Bottles of mysteries were strung across the walls, but in the middle, oh, the middle of the lab, there he sat.
    His eyes were fuzzy, clear, like they were blind. His arms were limp and his neck lolled. His head was tilted ever so slightly, you would think he was dead. But the worst part, his belly was wide open. A door, on his belly, no, his belly was the door. And inside, gears, tubes, electricity. And a man, with wild white hair, was leaning over him, wrench in hand, ready to screw in one loose bolt inside him.
    They didn’t want me to see, oh, no, they didn’t. And now it’s my fault. In a way, I wish I hadn’t seen it, I wish everything could go back to normal, but it couldn’t.
    This was life changing.