Nicky stood at the edge of Mr Peterson's House.
He expected Mr Peterson to come out and chase him away, but that wouldn't happen.
. . .
He took a deep breath, stepped in the yard that was also overgrown by grass and wild flowers, guess it made the house look less threatening but still was abandoned.
He walked up the pavement, careful to look out for any bear traps that may still be out.
He made it to the porch, though he couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching him.
Nicky shook his head, he was being too paranoid this place was abandoned.
It had to be.
Nicky tired the door, as soon as he grabbed the handle it fell backwards into the house!
Nicky stared at it, guess it gave out from just touching it.
"Guess it's not locked. . ."
Nicky reached into his pocket, pulling out a flashlight and shining it inside the house.
The house was. . . A mess to say the least.
Unlike the other buildings, where everything was left in it's place, Mr Peterson's house looked to have been ransacked.

Chairs were pushed over, holes in the wall, broken pictures, furniture and. . . Feathers?
Nicky noticed that all around the jouse were black feathers, he knelt down and picked one up and examining it.
"Crow Feathers... Thought Mr Peterson hated them, but then again they might have gotten in after the place was abandoned."
But that leaves the question of why the house looked to have been raided, ransacked.
Did someone break in after Mr Peterson left??
That's the only logical explanation, but nothing was normal in Raven Brooks.
Right; He was here to turn off the trolley Mr Peterson had.
He stood up, dropping the feather and walked upstairs and as Nicky did, he would shudder at each sound a step would make, it was like that part of him was screaming that Mr Peterson heard and would be here in moments to grab him.
Nicky took a moment, telling himself that Raven Brooks was abandoned, Mr Peterson was gone; There was no threat.
. . .
He kept walking upstairs, he noticed more damage like the decay, fading of the wallpaper, the locks and traps rusted and worn, but there was still so many Feathers.
Nicky wondered if the crows lived in here after Mr Peterson left, I mean Mr Peterson didn't like crows at all as he would always shoo them off.
Nicky could remember a conversation with Aaron, he could remember Aaron saying how paranoid his dad was so maybe he saw the crows as Bad Luck?
That was odd, considering the town is full of crows and the town is named after a crow; Raven.
Nicky made it to the trolley, it was still going around and around.
There was the control panel, Nicky walked over and couldn't help but look down.
God; Why did Mr Peterson make this? I mean he was a genius theme park creator, but still.
Nicky stepped back, grabbed the lever and turned it off.
It came to a screeching halt, he covered his ears as his heart began to pound and his brain's thoughts ran wild.
That drew so much attention, did anyone hear that, did Mr Peterson hear?!
It was like as soon as he entered this house, all his former instincts had returned.
How he would run from Mr Peterson, any sound he made gave him anxiety, how footsteps would make him freeze in place.
And the dark. . .
Nicky could get over a lot; But he hated the dark and closed spaces.
Nicky stood up, he was acting like a child all over again.
Mr Peterson was gone, everyone was gone.
. . .
That sounded so bad-
Nicky shook his head, he was probably just tried and couldn't think straight.
He did what he came here for, he turned and left the trolley.

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'It was like all my instincts and reflects came back as soon as I stepped in the house.
Any sound I made sent a chill down my spine, when I'm standing in the house for too long I think I'm exposed to someone grabbing me.'

Nicky stared at his notebook, or the book given to him by his therapist to help him with his thoughts.
Nicky closed the book, he didn't want to do much considering it was night out and he fear-hated the dark, so guess he was stuck inside till he fell asleep for an hour.
He turned on his phone, finding messages from his parents before they eventually gave up.
Figured.
Nicky turned off his phone again, took a deep breath and looked across the street again.
He didn't know why, but he felt like someone was staring back at him.