House number 21. That empty house that was right in front of ours, where a single man lived all alone. After a month, the man ran away from the house, claiming that a creature of some kind was present in the house. Everyone in town refused to believe him; and I did too, thinking he had gone mad and belonged in the asylum. That night, when he left this city, the whispers of dead souls and the screams of terror echoing in the streets rang in my ears, along with a vague stench of death lingering in the freezing darkness. I thought I was having a nightmare; Maybe I wanted to believe it. Until I saw the lights constantly flickering and the dark shadows lurking… Okay, I was just joking with you guys. You see, I was so 'inspired' by the horror movie that was airing on television last night. Now I'll stop and move on to the actual story. Basically, house number 21 was just an empty house right across the street from us, and a neighbor of ours moved out a few years ago. Yes, it was just a normal bungalow that looked identical to ours. The exterior of the house was pretty much the same as ours. All the houses in this neighborhood looked like a bunch of clones, if you asked me. I'm serious. It's as if the architects have lost their creative touch, or simply don't bother to differentiate housing in this city. Anyway, my mom told me last week that there was a new family moving into that house over there, right across the street. Not that I really care. “Honey, guess what!” my mother exclaimed, barging into my room. Hell, did he just conveniently ignore the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door? I was immersed in my novel for... middle of paper... Ryan, I told you not to ride a motorcycle. Shall I explain the reason to you once again, dear?" the lady suddenly spoke, which surprised me a little at first. The boy named Ryan immediately frowned, frowning. "It doesn't matter," she replied, clearly annoyed by his mother's voice, oh so full of elegance. The man said, "Ryan, please listen to your mother." he started the engine and sped away without saying a word. Both parents let out a deep sigh, while Mom and I exchanged looks. “Well, we'd better get going,” Mom said quickly. “It was nice meeting you , Mrs. Ruth," the man replied, with a polite smile. When I turned around, I kept thinking: Why do I have a bad feeling that this neighborhood would be more chaotic than usual? Maybe it was my institution.