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Day 1,305

The housing estate was built exactly where it shouldn't have been for the sole purpose of providing yet more income to a local council who were too wealthy to care about such trivialities as consequences. There have been worse reasons for ignoring the warnings of their constituents but as the old saying goes "some people are so close-minded, not even an ant could pass through them".

Thus the estate on Centurion Court was developed and adverted to the elite in need of a quaint getaway home situated in the middle of nowhere but not so far out as to be entirely cut-off from society. The nearest town was a good thirty minutes dive yet the townsfolk still thought the new estate was too close.

Old stories were whispered once again behind closed doors and the names of the deceased were remembered, the pain of their sacrifices burnt fresh into people's minds and the distrust between council and constituent grew greater than ever before.

To their credit, the council did manage to keep most of the rumours from reaching the estate as well as keeping the casualties from reaching the town. Neither knew the full story but both grew eager to seethe new estate emptied until the grounds could be properly exhumed and all remains buried properly.

By the time the town heard of the first unexplainable death, five more had taken place and been hushed up. It took less than six months before compensating the deaths grew to be too much of an expense to keep the estate in business.

As the town breathed a collective sigh of relief, deep in the morgue six fresh corpses had walked out.

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