Abandoned
Nikon D60
"You go in!" Jeremy said. "No! YOU go in!" Brian squawked. His hands were cold, sweaty. He rubbed them on his torn, dirty, hand me down jeans and lifted his head to look at the door. What's inside? If I go in, will I ever come out again? I'm not supposed to be here. "Chicken?" Jeremy taunted, snarling his lip just a bit. "Am not!" His breath quickened. His lips pursed tightly and he swallowed dryly. Slowly he reached out towards the edge of the old door, and he let out a sniffle. There was no handle anymore so he put his short fingers into the crack between the door and the wall. The wood was cold. Colder than it should be. He gripped it tightly with his little hand, drew in a quick breath and...
