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Lamont Taylor

Professional Dancer in the Making

Toledo , Untied States

Hi, My name is Lamont Taylor I am 15 years old. I love to write short story’s, essays and Dance!

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The Move

Nov 03, 2018 5 years ago

October 28,1901 The day when my life took a horrific turn. My mom came home with some bad news. She got a job offer in this small town in Michigan called The Newlands Town Center. She told me we were going to be moving soon and that everything was happening for a reason. I begged her if we can stay because my life here in Oregon was so amazing. Everyday was filled with joy and happiness but that was getting ready to change very fast. October 30, 1901 We're here, this entire situation was a disappointment. “Ew, mom this town looks so disgusting.” I mumbled. I think she thought I was joking because she never replied but I wasn't. I had only hoped for this town to be somewhat normal like with a McDonald's at almost every corner and seeing kids playing at the park or police cars roaming on the streets at night. This town was the complete opposite, bumpy roads, no cars parked or moving, no pedestrian or animals insight. As we kept driving we started to notice a few people, strangely these people didn't look sociable whatsoever. There was this man who looked angry he had a cut underneath his eye and three missing teeth in the front. When my mom went to him and asked for directions he suddenly gave us this terrifying smile and said “Haha, new to the town I see. Don't let your child out of your sight to many children in this town have gone missing. See you around ladies.” October 30, 1901 (cont.) We found our street. As we were pulling up to the house I noticed how big it was, it had vines all over it with a extremely large amount of trees surrounding it. The inside was just as bad as the town, it had a spoiled smell to it as if someone died in it, the creakiness of the stairs and black walls creeped me out. October 31, 1901 It's Halloween, my favorite holiday of all time but sadly my mom had to work so I spent that entire day in the house unpacking and exploring the house. Later that night as I was exploring the house I notice this journal inside my closet. I WISH I NEVER HAD FOUND THAT JOURNAL!! Inside the journal there were all of these pictures and words that looked like they were trying to relay a message to someone and a key. The words had said “Don't fall for it, don't let him get in your head and never stay up after 11:59.” The pictures that had been drawn were these small wooden doors with a hand sticking out of it. After reading it I figured it was nothing, but wondered what the key was for. October 31, 1901 (cont.) The time was 9:00 pm, the sun had already settled and the night began to get colder and colder. Around 10:00 pm I start to hear these noises inside the walls, the noises were similar to the scratching of a dog. I decided to go check them out and when I got closer to the noise it grew stronger and stronger. A few minutes later the noises stopped, but I noticed the small wooden door that was in the journal. The door was closed tightly and needed a key to open it, I went to go open the door with the key from the journal and when it opened it was nothing but a brick wall. At 11:00 pm, the rain began to fall and the night began to grew even colder than before. November 1, 1901 At 1:30 am I was in a deep sleep but woke up screaming from what was abdominal pain. My mom came rushing in to see if I was okay and began to comfort me. I was slowly falling back to sleep when I saw a shadow coming from the wooden door and whispering my name “Taylor, Taylor” I asked my mom if she saw and heard what I saw and she say “No” I didn't know what was going on It was like my soul was being sucked out of my body and being pushed down the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the staircase it was pitch black, the sweating of my palms, the mumbling of voices, the bitterness taste of the air. I heard this familiar laugh “Haha”. Sitting thinking is this the man we saw when we first arrived in “The Newlands Town Center”.

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