I like to think that I grew up in a pretty average area until I remember its... eccentricities. They aren't mentioned in any newspaper, the schools schedule holidays and teacher training days around the worst of it - no local broadcast will do much more than hint and make vague references.
It's nothing too bad, at least not from my perspective, it's just something you get used to.
Like how whistling is forbidden after 8pm in case the graffiti whistles back and the next thing you know you're pancake flat on a wall watching your loved ones weep and place flowers underneath you. It's happened often enough that the base of most walls in the town centre is ankle deep in the brown sludge of long dead flowers.
Or how you don't touch the waters of Lake Taverholme. A cousin saw someone tip some kind of fish into the water and ever since then nobody's been able to see the bottom of the lake. It's just an inky black pool now, with the occasional pale spot that seems to follow you as you walk past.
Speaking of which, the cousins... we aren't supposed to talk about them either. We call them cousins cause if you ask any doctor they'll confirm that they are almost human in every conceivable way but just inhuman enough to be classed as a separate species. Telling them apart from humans is pretty obvious really - we don't have teeth lining the inside of our throats.
It's nothing too bad, at least not from my perspective, it's just something you get used to.
Like how whistling is forbidden after 8pm in case the graffiti whistles back and the next thing you know you're pancake flat on a wall watching your loved ones weep and place flowers underneath you. It's happened often enough that the base of most walls in the town centre is ankle deep in the brown sludge of long dead flowers.
Or how you don't touch the waters of Lake Taverholme. A cousin saw someone tip some kind of fish into the water and ever since then nobody's been able to see the bottom of the lake. It's just an inky black pool now, with the occasional pale spot that seems to follow you as you walk past.
Speaking of which, the cousins... we aren't supposed to talk about them either. We call them cousins cause if you ask any doctor they'll confirm that they are almost human in every conceivable way but just inhuman enough to be classed as a separate species. Telling them apart from humans is pretty obvious really - we don't have teeth lining the inside of our throats.
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