When my friend was little she was playing hide and seek. She was the hider and when to hide in a small shed. She hid for a long time. Nobody found her until.. She was found. She was found in the shed by my parent's. She was found dead. I was her best friend. While she was just sitting there dead.. I laughed.. I felt a joy I have not felt ever since I was born. It was funny to me how she died and what she looked like. It was interestingly funny. I couldn't stop laughing. My parent's ran from me cause they thought that it was not funny. But I did. Now every family member I have has never come to visit me in my shed. Rumor has it. It was the same shed my friend died in. Truth to be told.. It was. It's now where I kill I mean.. see my friend's. And everybody who find's my shed..