she said gently, and I nodded, feeling the heat of the house already envelop me. I walked up stairs, holding her hand but I swore in the distance...I could hear someone calling my name.
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His name was Mr. Fester, the neighbor next door. I saw him about a few days later when I went outside to get the newspaper. Mr. Fester was a tall and skinny man with skin as thin as paper and as gray as smoke. He had large black eyes and practically no hair on his wrinkly head. His teeth for some reason were pointed like barbed wire. For some reason, I don't remember how he dressed, just that he did. Mr. Fester, or Fester as he liked to be called, was a rather strange but fun man.
We would often have exciting conversations on the places I've been to, what movies were out, and even the most recent video games. At the time, it didn't bother me that he knew information about things like that more than my own parents. However, over the days, my cold became worse, and it turned out I had pneumonia. My mom forced me to stay in bed for the rest of the week, but once in a few