Step by step, a man that lived down the road that no talked to was out! He never left his aged crimson house. Misty, no one ever saw him, his wife died a few years ago, which no one knew how she died, and her grave was down a dark, steep road by an ancient closed collapsing church. As he walked frantically quicker and quicker rushing like someone was following him. I opened the window to see shadows of two people one being dragged on the ice cold floor. Months, went past and the man never returned but every night you hear to shouts one fear-filled and the other of anger and disappointment. One day, I shouted but all I heared was "Arrggg" of pain and ending.