Lana POV

The main thing I remember from that day is this: This guy has a cool truck. Oh, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself! I'll tell you everything from the beginning.

One day I was walking down my street and I passed this house- my neighbors house- the old neighbors had moved out and someone new had moved in. The strangest part was the truck.
The person had a dark purple truck with lime green streaks and lime green tire covers or whatever the arch above the tire is called. But the looks of the tuck wasn't what made it truly strange. It was the way the truck was parked.
The truck had chains tied to the front wheels and the truck was standing up on its tailgate. The other ends of the chains were each tied to a huge tree. That was the weird part.
I also noticed that in the tree on the right side of the truck had a panther statue sitting on the branch the truck was tied to.
Another odd thing was that there was something that resembled a pop up strapped into the back of he truck.
The house looked perfectly normal though. It was a two story high house with four windows on the front, a balcony on the second floor and brown wood siding. Just your everyday house.
It was the man who lived in the house that was strange. Oh, whoops! I'm at it again; getting ahead of myself!
I stood for a moment, enchanted by the truck.
I heard a voice in my head saying 'but that truck though!' In a way that made it seem like a joke.
It wasn't.
I shook my head and walked back to my house, where I lived with just my mom.
I walked on the lawn, noticing my moms black Ford Pathfinder in the driveway.
I walked into the house to see my mom sitting on the couch watching TV as she normally did when she got off work.
I took off my backpack and set my violin down by my end of the couch where I always put them.
"Hi mom," I said casually, I didn't want to mention the truck thing just in case it was all in my imagination.
"Hi sweetie," she said.
I ran over to her and kissed her on the cheek before pulling out my phone to call my grandma, as I always did after school.
My phone rang waiting for my grandma to answer the phone. It rang again. But before it could ring the third time my grandma answered the phone.
"Hey," I said as I started walking to my room.
"Are you ready to read?" Grandma asked,
"Yep," I flopped onto my bed and grabbed my book and we started reading together.
About an hour later I finish reading and practice my violin.
Soon it's time for dinner. It's to warm out to eat indoors though, for it's the second to last week of school before summer vacation. Then in the fall I have to go back to school as an eighth grader. Ugh. Or do I? Sorry sorry! I'll stop with all the stupid stuff like that.
My mom and I go out and sit at the picnic table in our front lawn and the. I noticed something peculiar; the neighbor was sitting on top of a pop up eating what seemed to be some really Rare steak, blood oozing out, I shuddered and looked away.