His curiosity gnawed at him, and as the day wore on, the questions piled up. What if the kids were right? What if something truly was going on at the end of the street? He couldn’t ignore it any longer. Curiosity filled his bones, and he knew he had to investigate, even if he wasn’t sure what he was hoping to find.
That night, after dinner, James decided to watch the shed from his window. He wasn’t about to go over there yet, but watching from a distance seemed harmless enough. He pulled the curtains aside slightly, squinting in the growing darkness, trying to spot any sign of movement from the yard.