my story

about 70 years ago, sometime in december 1940 my story will start. it happened when i was a young boy. i was only ten and it was my birthday. i decided to invite him to the party as we had been talking for around 5 years. although i did not know how to contact him, aside from telling him when we talked, but that didn't stop me from trying as hard as i could. i was never able to tell him to come, but he showed up anyway. i tried to tell my mother, shouting "mommy, mommy! there's that man in the forest!" she had always told me no one was there and that i was imagining everything. but i knew he was real. we ALL know who he is and he was my very best friend. we talked about a wide variety of subjects. i remember one time my mother walked into my room late at night when i was talking to him. she told me to sleep but i refused. she told me she worried about me, but i did not understand why. months later i was talking to him. he told me to take a PHOTO of him. i retrieved my fathers camera and took it back my room. he was nowhere to be found but i saw him through a crack in the door to the bathroom. i told him he was being silly and snapped a PHOTO. i was disappointed when the photo didn't come out right.

That was the last time I ever saw him.
Until now.
And it is ALL YOUR FAULT.

-V