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The Friend I Never Knew. A Creative Writing Piece That Is Meant To Be Surround The Theme, "The New Neigbours"

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In every sleepy suburban town, there is, every so often, that vacant and desolate house beside your very own home. It lies there, isolated and lonely, waiting to be occupied. It has a spooky and untouchable aura around it. When you walk up close, the breeze seems to halt, and all of a sudden, the surrounding air is exceptionally still.You shiver all over, and the skin on your arm begins to prickle. Amidst the overgrown shrubs and the unkempt pavement, you sense the mystery of this despondent house, and even more, that of its residents.Before they came along, there were signs. We saw estate agents warily bring in prospective tenants. We saw a big red slash painted over the scruffy " For Sale" ...view middle of the document...

What went on in there, we could only speculate. It gradually came upon us that our new neighbors were a troubled family. They almost never left the house, and by the sound of it. There seemed to be some issues that caused intense conflict. The noise would drone on incessantly, till my dad would put on a bathrobe walk over and complain, "We're trying to sleep here, so if you please lower the voices and stop the racket...maybe we can get some sleep... my little girl has school tomorrow and I have work..." Then the noises would hush down, but still persist. My room was adjacently facing that of our neighbor's son. On nights like this, I would hear his silent whimpers, muffled and reduced to a bare sob. If I listened really carefully, I could make out and even feel his quivering.My mom had a good mind to report their case to the social welfare department. But my dad opposed this idea. He thought that, after all, family matters were personal and should be sorted out in its own time. We'd be meddling into a potentially dangerous situation and to interfere, well, that's just not appropriate. In the end, we put that idea aside.There was this one last time where the noise begun again, this time,a bit after midnight. It was worse then ever. The lights were on in several rooms. The screams were high-pitched and macabre. The shouting was harsh and angry. What we did hear was crude and explicit. What we didn't hear night have been worse. We heard furniture collapse and crash into pieces, we heard the rushed movement of footsteps. But it ended soon enough, my mom's tolerance had run out and she was about to file a report to the local police. But then again, it stopped. And we heard nothing.Still, I couldn't sleep. I drew the curtains, and opened the windows. I sat against the windowsill, quietly enjoying the constant chuckle of crickets in the background, the rustling of leaves in our backyard. Everything was almost dark, illuminated warmly by the faint glow of the moon. I gazed away, and then looked straight ahead. To my surprise, I was being watched. Initially, I wasn't scared; I was too shocked to be intimidated. The neighbor's boy stood upright and looked straight into my eye, I don't know how long he had been there, just staring at me. There was absolutely no expression in his face. It was so serene, but in a disturbing way. Then he smiled at me warmly. For someone whom usually maintains a cardboard-like demeanor, a smile was just plain scary. I think, I'm not sure but I saw something trickling down the side of his mouth. I bolted. I got scared, frightened, whatever. I drew up the curtains, crept under my duvet cover, and nuzzled my nose face down into the pillow. I couldn't sleep. How could I? With the knowledge that someone outside was closely monitoring my every move. I lay still. The last time I looked, he still stood there, still smiling...I didn't tell my parents about it, I couldn't come to terms with it. For two whole weeks, there was no sign of...

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