The wood ,, Horror Story,,

Two men are standing in the backyard of a small rundown house in an older middle-class neighborhood. One, wearing a cheap suit and shoes not suited to traipsing through grass, is looking at the house with a mix of uncertainty and mild remorse. He had hoped the house would be in better shape. The other, in jeans, shirt, and runners, is studying the trees and bushes bordering the back property line. “I heard a couple of boys vanished in these woods years ago.” He doesn’t turn around to look at the man in the suit, his attention fixed on the trees. “It’s a local legend. Brothers, Kevin and Jesse. They were playing in their yard and vanished.” The man in the suit turns around to look at the trees too. “This yard? They lived in this house?” The man in jeans looks around at the leafy jumble of trees bordering the yard and stretching out past the neighboring yards. You can’t see through them or tell how far they go. “Yes. To be honest, I was going to leave that bit of background out. It’s not exactly a selling point.” “How does anyone know they went in the woods?” “They found one of the boys’ shoes next to an old tree stump.” “That’s it?” “That’s it. No other sign of the boys was ever found.”