“Hey! Come back. I’m sorry. He made me do it!” The words were coming out of the angry man’s but his lips weren’t moving.
“Did not!” This voice was different. It sounded higher than the previous one, younger.
Iris was about twenty paces in the tunnel when she finally turned around.
[Or was it the corner of Middle Crescent and Cypress Street? Uh, never mind that. Let’s continue.]
The boys were about the same age as her. The taller one was holding a mask. Iris glared at them.
They started to laugh. “It was a joke. We didn’t want you to get scared and run away.” Said the younger one.
“Who said I was scared?” Iris yelled back furiously.
The two boys paused, looked at each other silently and started laughing again.
Iris pivoted quickly and continued running.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Said the younger boy. He pointed his finger in the direction of Middle Crescent. “The park is that way!”