Vast Hell

It’s the house on the corner surrounded by a green fence. It’s the place where all the children know to stay away from on Halloween. It’s the white colored house that is filled with blackness inside. They say Mr. Madweird lives there with two teenage sons. No one knows their names. Mr. Madweird is an accountant, working from 9 to 5. He is never a minute late or a minute too early. The two sons are never seen outside playing frisbee with the other boys. They do not even talk at school. Both boys have headphones in their ears, with the music blasting from their I-pod nano. The boys sit in the back row and always leave the minute the bell rings. They do not even visit their lockers.

One long summer day, an army of detectives surround the house. The buzz of the sirens wake up the whole town. Neighbors curiously peek out their windows and some residents even go up the scene of action. Authorities do no let anyone past the yellow line. After a long two hour wait, the three gentleman that no one knows come out with their hands behind their heads. The Feds rush in to make the arrest and put them in a vehicle. The unlabeled vehicle speeds off and many people enter the house.

After about six hours, the yellow line is shortened to the outskirts of the house. A guard is put in front and all the authorities rush off. After 6 more days of unrecognizable faces entering and leaving the house with massive boxes, the yellow line is taken down. Still, no one has the slightest clue as to what has happened. The neighborhood is up and gossiping. The local coffee shop is thriving due to the increased amount of customers. It is the central location of local news. Over there, the old ladies that play scrabble and crossword puzzles are talking like high school girls.

After another week of waiting, the local police tell the residents that the three residents were terrorists. He yells at them for not reporting suspicious behavior. The neighbors say that they never saw Mr. Madweird watering his plants or getting the mail. The police officer does not take the blame off them. He truly believes that it is up to neighbors to make personal efforts to meet and get to know other neighbors. No excuses! He felt that it could have been detected earlier. He said that evidence showed that the two boys, under the father’s guidance, were planning an attack on the neighborhood the next day. He felt that not knowing any of this earlier made the suburban town a vast hell.