There is an abandoned building in my town.

It used to be an old grocery store.

It has been that way for as long as I can remember.

It was abandoned even before my mom brought us here.

Back in junior high, me and a couple of friends bullied a kid into going into the building

by himself one day after school.

He went inside nervously as we heard him knock over a few things, and then soon asked

to be let out.

We didn't say anything.

When they started banging against the window and screaming at the top of his lungs, begging

us to let him out, we pushed against the board that was leaning against the window even

harder as we tried to hold in our laughter.

He eventually stopped screaming and started crying.

Then silence.

We all looked at each other and then let go of the board and peaked inside.

When I saw shadow through the aisles of the old store, moving unnaturally fast toward

the east wall of the building.

We looked down and saw the poor kid passed out on the floor.

Out of the three of us, I was the most normal, I guess you could say.

I don't know what I did hanging out with these two.

In order to get him out, one of us would have to go and step in to lift him up to the window.

I remember being scared that the kid might have died, that we might have killed him out

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