Halloween night 1967, a group of my friends wanted to sneak out to old man McGregor's house. He was a living urban legend in our small town connected to the disappearance of teens that dated back twenty years. Fear grew from the pit of my stomach and oozed out of my mouth in a panic, "This is a bad idea. Maybe we shouldn't do this."
"He's old now," Kenny said. "What could he possibly do to us?" #LiteraryJunkie