For many years, people thought that the sleepy little town of Windy Hill was a dark and mysterious place. The town sat in a hollow, surrounded by mossy forest of weeping willows and fir trees, where the autumn and winter winds would shriek and howl like the many wild animals that roamed its hills.
The legend has it, that deep within the forest is a place called Hangman’s Gorge. It is said that twelve witches met their doom at the gorge one Hallows night many, many years ago. Since then, there had been rumors that the ghost witches walked the forest on Hallows night, chanting spells and bestowing nightmares on the towns people below. It was known that every decade or so, someone would disappear deep within the dense forest near Hangman’s Gorge and never return — all except for Thomas Fitzpatrick.
Thomas lived with his family in a two story house in Windy Hill. He had a little brother names Frankie and a dog named Max. One autumn morning, Thomas jumped out of bed and stared out the window at the quiet cobblestone streets below. Leaves the colors of a brilliant sunset glided and danced along the streets edge, playing a rustling tune. Thomas smiled, he couldn’t wait to see the vending trucks pulling up outside, and the town folks hurrying about as they prepared the streets for the Festival Of Ghouls.
Gurgle, gurgle...gurgle.
Thomas stared down at his stomach. It roared as loud as a lion, after three days of unsuccessful hunting. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the smell of eggs and bacon drifting up to his nostrils from the kitchen, or the thought of the mouthwatering caramel apples and hot apple dumplings that would be sold at the festival. Regardless, he was hungry, and knew that he would be the first one at the kitchen table when h...
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... back door. Max, who had been waiting for him on the porch, followed him to the side of the shed where a large garbage can sat. Thomas placed the bag in the can, and then covered it with the lid.
“Come on Max, let’s get you some breakfast.”
Max wagged his tail and followed Thomas to the house.
Thomas scooped a cup full of delicious morsels into Max’s bowl, and then laid it on the floor next to his water dish. Max instantly ran to his bowl, and began chomping down the food.
Thomas patted Max on the head.
“Wow! You were as hungry as I was. Be a good boy and I’ll see you later.”
Just as Thomas was opening the door to leave, his mother called out in a loud voice.
“Be back before lunch Thomas.”
Thomas clenched his teeth. The last thing he wanted, was for Frankie to come flying down the stairs begging to go.
“I will,” mumbled Thomas, and then quickly slipped out the door.
"You know what? I don't feel very hungry anymore. Why don't you take that pizza back?" I asked.
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“Lauren! Let’s go!” My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs, interrupting my thoughts.
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After a minute of silence, words finally came out from his mouth. He ordered her to get out of his house and never come back again.
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“No need, you have done plenty for my family thank you so much.” and the man ran to the cart and started to cook some waffles.
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