The Kid Next Door.
Long ago, I used to live in a busy town,
One with both joy and sadness,
Something very rarely found.
Next to my old home,
Was a mansion,
Long abandoned.
Yet, each night,
Despite it being empty,
I could a child crying from the inside.
It bothered me so much,
I finally decided to go see.
Only to find,
No one inside.
Glass had been shattered,
Blood had been...
One with both joy and sadness,
Something very rarely found.
Next to my old home,
Was a mansion,
Long abandoned.
Yet, each night,
Despite it being empty,
I could a child crying from the inside.
It bothered me so much,
I finally decided to go see.
Only to find,
No one inside.
Glass had been shattered,
Blood had been...