The Boy Who Cried

"Do you think he's at home or he ran away or something?" I asked Jamal who narrowed his eyes at me.

"I ain't no foreteller so let's knock, shall we?"

"Smartbum," I muttered and we both stared at the door helplessly. We were outside Logan's apartment which was very sketchy. The entire building looked haunted and what was worse was that Logan lived on the twelfth floor which meant taking the helicopter-like noise emanating elevator. The elevator shook like there was an earthquake and I wondered why my grandpa found this apartment to be a good investment. If it didn't help Logan, then I would suggest him to sell the apartment without any delay.

Jamal started banging the door with loud thuds and I rang the bell continuously, but to no avail.

"Should we break the door?" Jamal asked while positioning himself to burst in and I tried to twist the doorknob as the last feeble attempt. Surprisingly, the door slowly creaked open. Jamal shot me an incredulous look and I mirrored his baffled expres