On the other side

What's on the other side of this tall, old fence? The lad pondered, couriosly, he stood on the wide, white porch which stood in his backyard, it had many types of colorful flowers and herbs which his mother had planted in giant, clay pots over the years. The boy, Tommy, lives in a gaudy house, a house many would dream to have-a house known to be the cause jealously and popularity through out the entire neighborhood-a house where the boys father, Thomas Wilton, worked day and night for 25 years straight in the same lurid job. But Tommy did not care, he never did, all he cared about was what laid beyond the fence to the left of the yard, he could never see passit, not even a step stool or a 6ft latter could help the 7 year old see into the unknowwn world.What was on the other side? Maybe a house, it was a fence after all. No...that couldn't be it, never once has Tommy ever seen a the front of a house, the only neighbors he had lived on the right, the other side was filled with a tree line. That's it! Maybe it was all just forest, but...there are no trees beyond the fence, at least trees that could be seen over ir. With aa small huff, the lad jumped down from the porch and marched his way over, stopping and looking up at it. His brows furrowed as he bent down and grabbed a sharp rock and began his work, digging into the rotted wood with the make shift axe. It took at least 30 minutes, Tommy sweating and panting lightly as he finally made a hole big enough for an eye to peak through. As he tossed the rock to the side, Tommy closed his left eye and looked through with the other-his blue eye darting around trying to make out anything. He froze, everything stopped, even his breathing, no noises could break through the sudden sheild of shock. There was...nothing. Nothing..just black...nothing but black....the abyss, not a single strand of grass, not a bug, not any sign of life, nor any light. It was...nothing. Tommy's mind began to play tricks on him, monsters with razor sharp claws and inky, snake like skin appeard, they hissed and growled. Acid leaked out of their large, unhinged jaws, some didn't even have any as their tongues hung limp and dragged along the floor of this nightmare. The 7 year old did nothing though, the hypnotic aura becoming stronger as he stared at the beast, the black pulling him in more, as if he could just walk through the fence and fall straight down as more and more monsters howl, maybe he would become one if he went in. Tommy would stay there for years, that same spot, never moving as he did nothing but stare-nothing could break him out, not even death. What really was on the other side of the fence?