see Fester, standing by the rose bushes. He smiled at first, but then his smile slowly decreased into what looked like a sad frown. I told my dad to hurry up and soon enough he started the car. I could see a strange glint in Fester's eyes as we started pulling out of the driveway. Fester then waved goodbye as I watched him disappear. I then turned around and breathed a sigh of relief as we drove.
I'm twenty two now. I decided to go on a road trip and visit all the places I once lived at. Most of them were torn down, much like that old house in Pennsylvania. I pulled up to what looked like an empty lot. Apparently they took down the house to make it into a public office building along with several other houses, but Mr. Fester's house was still there. I would later learn after leaving Pennsylvania that no person named Mr. Fester lived in that house. In fact, the house was long abandoned. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a newspaper from last week.
On the title it said, "FIFTEEN CHILDREN'S BONES BURIED UNDER A ROSE BUSH".
It turns out, my old window was right under the rose bush.