This was the third time they’d moved, but this time, his parents assured him they’d be staying much longer than before. Excited by the news, he hurried to make friends with the kids in the neighbourhood. He was sociable, so it didn’t take him long to befriend the kids next door. Soon, he’d made quite a few friends, but they claimed they had a tradition—one they followed before fully trusting anyone. He wanted friends so badly that he agreed. Their tradition was simple: a game of hide-and-seek, but at night. Nevertheless, he went along with it and was told to meet them at the old abandoned farmer’s warehouse at exactly 7 p.m. He arrived around 6:30, by which time most of the kids were already waiting. The rules were straightforward. They would all hide inside the house, and after a count of ten, the leader would search for them—without making a sound. As soon as one kid began counting, they scattered. The new kid didn’t know the warehouse well, so he ran and hid at the very back. More t...
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