Francis spit into the dirt while keeping his eyes locked on the other boys around him. As leader of their little gang, he dared most of the boys to go into the dilapidated house, and now they had returned the favor.
“All right, I’ll do it.” They smiled in victory as he turned and took a pair of steps into the overgrown yard.
The wind shifted the tree branches, causing them to moan. Francis stopped, frozen in place at the sound and swallowed. When another kid jumped out from behind a tree to his right, Francis screamed for his mother.