Isaiah

I tried to convince us both.

I stared out for a few seconds longer and decided that we were too nervous to go and check.

I don't usually give in to my night terrors, but now they were just beginning to click into my head.

Can you stay over for the night?

I asked Chris.

It didn't sound like he really wanted to.

Kept his eyes on the fence.

We both went inside and locked the door before going up to my room.

I got out a sleeping bag for Chris and drew the curtains without looking outside into the garden again.

Talked about stupid stuff for a couple of hours to take our minds off the garden.

We fell asleep.

Yeah, so I really like the Vita juice and the pomegranate.

What about you?

What's your favorite?

It's also in that weird place where it's like, why don't they go to Chris's house?

But they're both 13 and they don't know they saw something.

So maybe it's the idea of like, well, I don't want to bother my parents and you come over and like make it a whole deal.

So it's just plausible enough that they would stay there.

I think.

Cause it's not like they saw a giant guy with like bloody teeth or whatever.