The Eights
OK, I had to finally tell this story. It's been haunting me for years, it keeps popping up in my dreams, bubbling like a boiling cauldron in my subconscious. And my mind is going to explode soon, so I'll just leave it here in an attempt to lose some of the baggage in my head. No series, I am spilling it out all at once.
Everything started in my hometown sixteen years ago. It's a beautiful neighborhood with about twenty buildings, all six stories tall. Few houses, a local grocery store and a pub complete the idyllic suburban picture. Everything was surrounded by massive beech and pine forests.
Back then me and my friends were all teenagers doing God knows what to piss off their parents. We often spent the nights playing cards, hide and seek, or breaking onto the roofs of some building and watch the shooting stars all August.
What we loved the most though is wandering into those woods surrounding the neighborhood. To make it easy - we had a big fat beech forest on the left and ...