The Pagan Series: Part One

So, we all have this inside joke that Ryan has THE MOST diverse neighborhood in the world. If you don't believe us ask the hillbillies, the random cats, the bitter old man, and the pagans. They'll tell you all about it. This new series for the blog focuses on the last of these. . . cultures. The pagans. In all actuality, these guys are the reason you will never find any of us in line for the ice cream truck. Seriously, they scare us.

Their windows glow with an erie red light because they painted them - and though this is SUPER creepy, it really helps when trying to locate Ryan's house in the middle of the night; not that we do that often. . . Anyway - these windows are also decorated with pentagrams and a lot of other creepy symbols. The yard is overgrown, mangled and just down right creepy, often populated with the random cats group. We don't know where they came from they're just there. Which brings me to the first tale of these demented dweller's.

The Family was all gathered outside of Ryan's house - we'd just raced him home so that he would be on time for curfew (one of the few rules we can all say we've never broken, despite how close we may have come) - and we were all standing there saying our goodbyes for the night. Of course, being us, we ended up talking for another fifteen minutes or so. . . and I just happened to be the one facing the Pagan House. Despite the ominous glow that creeped up the street to our foots and the all around erie feeling I got looking at it - it was rather eye catching, so every now and then my eyes would chance a glance - praying that a darkened face wouldn't be found watching us. Because, pagan or not, that'd be WAY creepy.

We were getting closer to our departure and I glanced up at the accursed house one last time, only to step back in utter horror as I realized the lights had been terminated.

"Um, guys. . . " I said, voice shaking along with the rest of my body. "The Pagan's lights just went out."

Simultaneously, their faces paled and their eyes all flicked to the house. I knew they were all just as horrified about the situation as I was.

"You guys had better go," Ryan said, hurriedly, whispering so that the demons, that were no doubt crawling toward us, couldn't hear him.

We came together for a fast and completely terrified group hug - though Katie still managed to slip in the traditional group hug quote, 'Hi, I'm Ryan, and I'm straight,' before running and jumping into our respective house as Ryan bounded up to his front door.

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