Madison didn't often go down Neibolt Street. Growing up in Derry, it was always accepted among the kids that there was just something very wrong about that part of town. But she was 18 now, and it for a walk on a bright Summer's day, there was really no reason for her to deliberately avoid a particular road based on childish stories, an urban legend that said thirty years ago a group of children had gone in there and never returned.
Madison was 5'6, slim but with shapely breasts and a rather pronounced backside which she usually hits beneath flowing skirts and dresses, like the light button-down sun dress she was wearing today. She had learned to dress to hide her assets, ever since a particularly embarrassing incident when she had been singing solo in the Derry choir at the town hall, and retrieving a dropped sheet of music had caused her pants to split open and reveal her underwear-less rear end. Since that mortifying incident, nothing scared Madison more than the idea of public nudity.
A light breeze ruffled Madison's blonde hair, tied in a loose ponytail. And on the wind she thought she heard... Her name?
...madison...
It came again, a child's voice, apparently from the direction of the creepy abandoned house she was next to. Madison's blue eyes squinted. Kids playing in there? How would they know her name?
...help us...
The voice came in the wind again. Madison walked up to the door of the house, finding it unlocked. It was dark inside, and she felt a cold contrasting with the warm sun outside.
"Hello?" she called, no answer. "Who's there?"
Still no one replied, so she stepped inside the house.
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