The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

October 1977

Cypress, Ohio

Three black boys, all three at the age of twelve, rode their bikes down the neighborhood on a brisk, forty-five degree morning. All three boys wore heavy jackets. They were comfortable without having each of them break out into saturating sweats.

Two of the three boys had Cincinnati Bengals' thermal hats on their heads while the third wore only a black ball cap. Lanced securely on one of the handlebar's of Mike's bike was a boom box that was playing Parliament's, 'Bop Gun' in the tape deck. Light puffs of smoke came from out of their mouths every time they exhaled, laughed and carried on with one another on their way to school that early morning, just as they did every other day.

When they approached a certain neighborhood all three boys stopped just short of the corner and watched as two police cruisers pulled down the same street and stopped in front of a house.

"Man, let's go down the other way." Mike grudgingly suggested to his comrades.

At once, all three boys turned their bikes around and proceeded to ride down an alley until they came to a busy intersection.

"We can take Holmes Road all the way to school." Jerome said.

"Man, Holmes Road is too long." Mike griped. "Let's take 7th."

Once more, the boys took off down another alley that eventually led to West 7th Blvd. Once their bikes touched the street's pavement the boys immediately noticed a shift in focus as far as the quality of the neighborhood was concerned.

Granted, their own neighborhood was far from ideal, but the fact that the scenery had transformed on them so rapidly seemed to slow their pace down the empty road all the more.

They carried on and on until Mike came to a hard stop in front of one particular house to his right. Both Jerome and Brian stopped in behind their friend to see just what had caught his attention all of the sudden. The street was still asleep that morning. All that could be heard were the birds and a few vehicles from the road up ahead. Mike just sat on his bike with his feet firmly planted to the middle of the street.

"What are you looking at?" Brian asked while gawking all around.

Mike shut off his radio before pointing and asking, "Do ya'll know what happened at that crib over there?"

"Man, everybody knows what happened there." Jerome waved his hand.

"But hold up," Mike urged. "Just a couple of weeks ago, my brother was out here gettin' balled out by this one skeezer, and he saw this dude walk up in there and never come out again."

"Maybe he went out the backdoor." Brian said.

out any door. He may still be up

said that that place is haunted."

his bike while staring endlessly at the

gotta

minutes from here." Mike retaliated. "We won't be in there

towards 909. The second they reached the porch, all three boys put their individual bikes on their stands. Mike peeked in through the tiny

me open this

outta here before someone sees us."

gonna see us,

three boys pushed at the door until it cracked wide open. Before stepping inside, the boys used only their eyes to view the living room

"Go on in, man." Mike

you, this was your idea!" He pushed

Brian shutting the door behind them. The house was cold, smelly and dark, despite cracks of daylight that managed to seep its way inside from one corner to another. The boys cautiously plodded through the tiny living room before making their way down the hallway to examine the one

door to the bathroom was wide open. "That's where that dude was shot up." Brian nearly

corpse lying next to the toilet. "Man, that's really messed up that that cop shot him." Mike

"Yeah, it's real messed up. Now, let's go

turning around and asking, "Did ya'll

his comrades on his way towards the kitchen. "I wonder where that dude that came in here

"Who cares? Let's just go!" Brian

worry; we'll only

then go ahead, I'll wait

Brian only looked around the kitchen and dropped his

white mat that was lying on the floor. Mike slid the mat away to reveal a trap door. He then pulled the latch on the door and opened it. All three boys hurried to

"Man, what are you doin'?" Brian hollered as he watched Mike climb down the wooden ladder. But Mike never replied, he just

their feet hit the gravel floor they shockingly found themselves inside the basement. At only

only relic that seemed to remain was a Mr. Potato Head that was lying all by itself in

seen it, now, let's go." Brian hastily remarked while turning back towards

"Man, my bedroom is

"I always wanted to see inside this place. Now I

Brian