Fear and Unknown

In the 6th grade, almost everyday I went to my friend Bryanna's house. We would take a walk through her neighborhood and talk about anything and everything. One day, as we passed the forest, she informed me that the word on the street was that there was a guy living in a bathtub somewhere in there. Of course, I didn't believe her. Curiosity killed the cat though, right? So into those woods we went. We stepped carefully, being gentle with our footsteps. Every twig that snapped between our feet sent a little shiver through our bodies.

Within the trees, there was, unmistakably, a bathtub. Her grip on my arm was like that of an eagle's on it's prey. I am not one to show fear, but I caught a chill that froze on my skin. Near the bathtub there were some old, dirty, tattered looking blankets and things. Along with all of this, there was an old van. It looked empty, but we decided not to try our luck. We turned around and beat it out of those woods as fast as our feet would take us. With the forest behind us, our hearts began to slow. Days later we laughed about it, but never had the guts to go back.