There was a town. A small town. A quiet town. A new boy rolled in .He was filled with joy .”A new beginning he said”. His surroundings were warm but he still had a slight chill running down his back. It kept on changing from warm to cold , cold to warm .No one likes such changes like that. The boy and the mother walked up their steps .Then it turned colder than it ever had been before.

A chill so cold that it made your body stay still .The boy looked around looking for what gave him chills. Then he stopped at a house. The house was pretty, its surrounding plants were beautiful . The house looked welcoming. The house looked like a home. It looked lived in.

The boy put down his box .His box toppled over and a ball rolled out. The ball went down the hill then it stopped. It started to roll up and change direction. It laid in front of the beautiful home. The boy walked towards the home then he stopped ,frozen in place. A lady rolled out. She was missing some fingers and a leg. She warned the boy. “DO NOT GO TO THE TWO FACED MAN”. Then she was silent. A nurse walked saying nothing. Gripped the handles of the wheel chair and pulled her in. The boy didn’t know he would be the last person to see her ever again.

The boy walked closer to the home but the closer he got the worse it became. The plants were dying, the pots full of maggots. The house itself was dying. Rot filled the wood that the house was made out of. A smell of decay filled his nostrils but then all went quiet when the door opened. A hand creeped out a hand filled with stitches and a slight tan, a hand trying to look somewhat normal. The hand picked up the ball and said “hello and welcome to my humble home. ”The man placed the ball into the boy’s hand and closed the door. The boy went home and finished unpacking and went to bed.

He woke to see the man staring at his home. Nothing was in his head . He had a blank stare then he switched faces. He looked normal to normal. Grin too big, teeth too white, posture too great. The man grabbed the handle and then it went plank. Crunch Crunch that’s all the boy could hear. He walked out and saw the man with a grin so wide and fingers between his teeth. The man stood up walking away. The boy saw his mother missing some fingers but she was unbothered. The man walked out. He switched faces once more. The real him was vile. Cracked and crooked teeth. His eyes were yellow and revolting. With every step his posture was worsening. He opened his door looking back, the smile faded to a frown as a door shut. The boy now knows why he was a two-faced man.