[ WP ] Everyone thinks this place is normal and happy . Only few know the real truth about what goes on in the abandoned factory on Hickory Hill .

Hickory Hill…no one has been there, and only a few know what goes on in the old abandoned factory. Many say that they slaughter humans for money, or it belongs to a drug gang. We ’ ve asked the police, but they either act like they ’ ve never heard of the place or they ignore you entirely. Kin and I have been curious since the day we were born, and tonight, we ’ re going to find out. 
 
 “ So, you ’ ve got the torches? ” Kin asks me. 
 “ Check. You have the Go Pros and head mounts? ” I reply. 
 “ Check. Are we ready to find out? ” Kin shakes nervously. 
 
 I nod at him. Of course we ’ re ready, well, at least I am anyway. We waited patiently for Kin ’ s parents to fall asleep and as soon as they wandered off into bed, we prepared. The cameras were mounted onto our heads and we checked over our gear once more. 
 
 “ Let ’ s go, ” Kin nodded. 
 
 We slid his window open and jumped out, one after the other. I quivered fearfully, and Kin did just the same. We walked down the middle of the road in silence, I think we ’ re too terrified to even think. 
 
 “ Mark, what if we get caught by like, a murderer or something? ” Kin asks. 
 “ We should be fine, Kin, ” I replied, but I wasn ’ t being honest. In all truth, I didn ’ t know about it myself. 
 
 We reached the bottom of the hill. We both stopped and sighed. Observing the factory was hard from outside the large gates that contain it, so we had to cut through them before we even knew it was safe. We searched around for a hole but had no success. Kin went into his backpack and grabbed out his wire cutters. It took a lot of effort and strength to cut through the fence, but after 20 minutes or so, we were in and more terrified than ever. 
 
 “ This is when we turn on our Go Pros, Kin, ” I say to him, resting my hand on his shoulder. 
 
 He gulped before nodding, we reached to each other ’ s cameras and turned them on. The red lights blinked brightly in the dark. We started to make our way up the hill, there was a neat little path so we followed it intently. 
 It was 2:30am in the morning before we reached the factory. The night was still and sound seemed to missing. We reached the door and opened it. I grabbed my flash light and pointed it inside. We weren ’ t prepared for what we saw. 
 
 There it was. Chained up and looking at us with treacherous intentions. Kin and I looked at each other and screamed. 
 
 
 
 “ MISSING: Mark Dudley and Kin Liam. Last seen on Lacrosse Street on the 27/2/2041. If anyone knows any information, we ’ re asking for them to contact authority. Bring them home. ” 
 
 
 
 
 *Note. I am not good at writing, and I wrote this in 15 minutes while drawing, I am bored. Do n't judge me. * 

