Dense brush had grown near it and it was rustling. He was focused on a wall to the right of us, about 30 or 40 feet away. I told my uncle how I felt, but he didn’t respond, as if he hadn’t heard me. I got the sense that something - or someone - was watching me. When we entered the lot, I immediately felt a sense of dread and paranoia. This shortcut - cutting through an abandoned lot - cut the walk down by about three minutes. My uncle’s house was located about half a mile away from the store, so it was about a 10 minute walk if we walked on the main road. We decided to take a shortcut - our ice creams were melting, and the sun and the humidity was getting to be too much for my aging uncle. I remember, because my uncle told me to stop staring at the sun because my eyes “would melt into the back of my head.” We were walking home from getting ice cream from Bruster’s. My short blonde hair, usually spiked up paired with thin aluminum-rimmed glasses, and my lopsided grin that seemed to be permanently on my face. Back to 1998, when I was a 13-year-old, wily boy.
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