Once everyone caught word of the news we all met up in our silenced construction site from earlier that summer, we had built the ultimate hide out concealed within the forest. Hunter, the oldest boy in our group said he gathered us here for a journey but we cannot tell a soul of it, it was dangerous and if we were too chicken to follow through he suggested that we back out then and there. Everyone looked around stricken with curiosity and stayed put to hear the story from the grinning puppet master, Hunter. He told us that he was walking around the old abandoned house across the river that morning and was startled when he heard a man calling for help from a shed considerably close to the house. When he got there he saw that the man was locked in the shed so he broke the lock and shoved the door open, he claimed that the man was very grateful and ran to the road at the top of the hill. Obviously intrigued being the age that we were, we started to make plans and Hunter made a list of stuff we needed and said to meet far enough into the path leading to the river so no one could see us, in 15
The river was visibly frozen but we still took precaution since the current had always been rapid in that area, we threw rocks and used sticks to feel the weak spots. Naturally, Hunter was the leader and went first; he made it across but right at the very edge the ice gave in and the current swiftly consumed the shards of ice. He quickly jumped and grabbed a hold of a branch right above him and swung himself to safety, we were small but one by one we all followed across the slick snowy surface to meet him at the other side fearlessly. Hunter did a head check and told us that we had to walk along the side of the house to get to the shed, we were warned to stay clear of the pond that him and his brother fell in last year.
Everything was draped in packing snow that was once as fluffy as a baby chick, its crisp icy complexion was pummeled by our boot prints. I started to feel badly when I realized how much we had ruined the snow around the abandoned house, there was something about it all that just did not feel right. We passed the creaking tire swing that hung a skip and a jump away from the river; it was all so peaceful until a shard of ice that covered the houses roof top broke in two and all the snow came down on to our heads. It looked like a waterfall of ice cycles and snow, we hurried along the path and up the hill as fast as we could scared of being left behind by Hunter.
When we got to the shed if felt like we had entered a crime scene; the lock was broken in two and the top of the door was obviously forced open leaving the bottom half still wedged in its correct position. Hunter pulled out the wrench he claimed to have used on the lock but we could only look at it no touching, we gawked at the wrench in curiosity then after a few seconds he placed it back in...