"It was summer, that's what I knew because I was just watering my  Rhododendron flowers. I wanted to go watching the birds with him like every Sunday. He trusted me, that's probably the biggest mistake he made. His sister didn't came with him this day, I didn't want to harm her too, one kid is enough", Mr. Stanley made a pause, before continuing talking, "anyway... He came over to my house and I don't even wanna go into the details but I buried him in the forest. But Do you wanna know how they couldn't find me? How they knew it wasn't me?"

Ryan didn't have to nod for Mr. Stanley to continue.

"Trust, Ryan, trust", he said, "I helped brendons parents out when they needed someone. The police and I are on good terms and I did my thing good. Nothing proved that I was the real murderer, except Mr. Hollow who didn't believe me. He is a weird guy, so I slowly started putting the fault on him. And I thought that after you everyone will believe it was Mr. Hollow, clever right?"

Mr. Stanley let out a loud sigh and pressed his lips together before starting to laugh again.

"You're probably asking what's wrong with me, and I understand that, I also wanna know what's wrong with me", he laughed, "but maybe I'm not different than you, we all are the same. Humans are cruel. The world is cruel. And so am I."

I couldn't hold it anymore, I wanted to break down, but something held me against it. It calmed me down. Adrenaline? Maybe.

"Come on, say something! Don't let me sit here like I'm the bad person, I can't do anything against actions!", he said, more impulsive now.

But Ryan stayed silent. He couldn't say anything. He just turned his head to me, a small tear running down his face.

"Where are you looking at?!", he yelled, "answer me!"

I had to do something, but I couldn't escape from here. I just had to wait until Mr. Stanley opens the door by himself so I can get out of here.

"N-nothing", Ryan stuttered, looking at the ground again. A strain of his hair fell over his eyes.

Mr. Stanley let out a loud sigh before standing up again.

"I'll be back In a few minutes, I have to prepare myself", he said, looking through the room, taking a big breath before opening the small door in the ceiling again. I followed Mr. Stanley, but Ryan still held my hand.

"I'll be back again, but I have to tell them you're here", he said, smiling sadly, "like when the bullies were behind you and you thought I  would leave, but I got help. Eventhough it was just a dog. I'll come back."

Ryan nodded slightly and I made my way to mr. Stanley to rush through the door with him.

I'll get help.

Now he's safe.

Lets hope I'm fast enough...

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Hey! How was your Christmas? What we you get?
I hope all of you had a wonderful merry Christmas!

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