The Tresspassers

The young boy walked through the fog-infested swamp-like garden. Loitering was was bad enough, but trespassing was a dangerous job even for him. ‘ and up’ he went as he leapt over a ditch.

“Whoa!” he wailed as he tripped up. He looked back slowly and saw a sign it read ‘code 130’ written in blood.  Running like sonic and the flash combined. ”Ouch!” he said as he ran into a door.
“Ow!” the boy wailed in pain. Suddenly he saw a code pad and put in 130. The door opened and he wandered in…

He was never seen again, but everybody in Avocado Ave heard the screams…