In case you were wondering why I knew that house... I used to live here. Not in the house. The people that live there were once my next-door neighbors. That kid that just committed suicide was once my best friend.
I was hoping it wasn't true.
I was hoping that that story was just my imagination messing with me.
If what I wrote really is completely true, I think one of the Fears was behind this.
This entire situation is just surreal. I haven't spoken to Andrew in years... I wouldn't have recognized him if it hadn't been for that house.
I've failed yet another friend
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