I live on a street named Dawson Street. The street is actually an illegal street, because on one side you have railroad tracks, and the other is a dead end. And the dead end area is supposed to be haunted. I live on the side near the tracks, close to a church. I first moved to Dawson Street three years ago, and I wanted to check the street out.
I took the walk in the daytime, and I made it about 3/4 of the way. I had to stop because there were three roosters in the street. I didn't know if they would attack or not, so I backed away. They didn't even seem to be paying attention to me. I thought it was weird to see roosters in the street, but I'm no rooster expert.
A few days later I decided to take the walk again, but I didn't see any roosters. But I heard them. I heard roosters crowing from all around me, only it wasn't morning. It was about four in the afternoon.
On my third trip, I took my brother and a friend with me. Once again, we didn't see any roosters, but we heard them. At least ten roosters, loud, and all around us.
Eventually, I summoned up the courage and took one final trip, alone this time. And I walked to the original spot to where I originally spotted the three roosters. They weren't there, but I heard a door, and an old man came out. He look really aged, and frail. He walked with a stick, and slowly approached me. He said "Can I help you, young man?" I looked at him, unsure wether to speak or not. My mouth was suddenly dry.
I answered "I'm looking for the roosters, the ones I've been seeing and hearing". A weird smirk came across his face, and I will never forget what he said. "IS THIS SOME KIND OF A SICK JOKE!!! ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MY ROOSTERS? BECAUSE THEY ARE DEAD BOY. BEEN DEAD FOR TEN YEARS. NOW YOU GET OUT BOY!! YOU GET OUT OF HERE AND YOU NEVER COME BACK!! Frightened, I turned and ran. But on the way home, it happened again. The roosters cockadoodle doo...