The kids had gotten to the front of the driveway when they stopped. Bradford's lawn was all overgrown. Great, green weeds grew tall, overseeing long grass that was burned yellow and brown from the hot sun. The mailbox was bent to one side. It was stuffed with letters and newspapers that spilled out onto the road and driveway.

The house looked like no one had taken care of during the last month since Bradford moved in.

"ummm...you should go Bobby." Tiffany said, giving Bobby a little nudge to get him moving towards the driveway and ultimately towards Bradford's front door.

"But I don't even know Bartholomew." Bobby complained, taking a step back.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 23:17, Thu 29 Mar 2018.

"Buncha babies! It's just grass!"

Run down houses always looked lonely and creepy. If she didn't know Bradford lived her (and if there wasn't a gang of kids watching) she might not have been so bold.

She shoved by Bobby, giving him a glare over her shoulder before marching towards the driveway and door.

The lawn might have been overgrown, but the house looked normal enough as Delilah approached the front door. A gaggle of kids streamed in behind her like wayward fish that were trailing this way and that. Each kid seemed to walk down the driveway with caution.

Delilah stood there looking up at the door. The porch provided much needed shade from the blazing sun and heat.

There was a door bell. A white plastic button on a thing piece of gray plastic. Behind the screen door, there was also a door knocker. A round face of a what looked like a ventriloquist dummy, a looping ring jutting from its mouth waiting for a guest to use it to knock against the door.

Delilah would have to choose which to use.