“This is your stop!” Frank yelled into the back wagon. He knew not to go to deep into Dahlia. It was no secret of the evils and monsters that lurked within. Being a god fearing man he muttered prayers as he watched the area nervously. Shura climbed out of the back of the wagon. The cold air snapped at his skin. Winter was beginning to settle in as the year shifted to the final phase. A shiver crept up his spine while standing outside. He was used to the warm weather due to leaving in beach areas for so long. He had grown accustom to the tropical weather.
Shura walked around to the front to thank Frank, he found his face covered in a wool poncho. He pulled it off his face and looked at it. Frank spoke, “It’s not much but it will keep you warmer than those clothes ya got on. Might wanna invest in some winter wear son. Don’t wanna catch a cold.” Shura chuckled at the idea of someone caring about him like Frank did. Like a father taking care of his son. Shura missed that kind of interaction made him miss home a bit. He slid it over his head and it draped down to his waist past his arms. It did more than Frank led on, the shivering stopped completely.
“Thanks Frank,”
Shura began to rummage around so he could pay the man for his services. “Your money is no good kid, I just enjoy the company on these lonely roads.” Frank explained. This caused Shura to stop rummaging around for jewels and looked up at him. “I really appreciate it Frank, be easy on those roads.”
Frank tipped his farmer's hat and set off, leaving Shura behind. He was near the outskirts of town. It wasn’t long before something eerie began to occur. The laughter of children filled the air, close at first then distance. The sounds bounced off the nearby trees. ‘You gotta be kidding me man.’ Was the train of thought. Last time something spooky like this happened he ended up with one arm. He wasn’t really feeling the idea of losing another. Sounds of someone knocking on wood were followed by footsteps. Shura was on high alert at that very moment. A child poked from around the tree across the road. The forest was directly behind the kid. His pocket began to vibrate per usual. This meant there was a mystery afoot. ‘Please God, no demon spawn, let it be ghost kids.”
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