Everyone knew about the old factory where kids went to kill time in the otherwise dull village.
Everyone knew it was supposedly haunted by a twelve year old who'd climbed onto the roof and fallen.
Everyone knew you could see his translucent body drop every year on the night he'd died.
Few people knew about the old school house that lay half buried just over the railroad tracks.
Few people went there at all, especially after all those skinned rabbits were found dangling on the wires.
Few people understand what's going on over there and even fewer want to find out.
One person in the village has admitted to trespassing there.
One person mumbled their confession into the last dregs of their pint.
One person was found dangling from the wires above the tracks, skinless and warm.
Everyone knew it was supposedly haunted by a twelve year old who'd climbed onto the roof and fallen.
Everyone knew you could see his translucent body drop every year on the night he'd died.
Few people knew about the old school house that lay half buried just over the railroad tracks.
Few people went there at all, especially after all those skinned rabbits were found dangling on the wires.
Few people understand what's going on over there and even fewer want to find out.
One person in the village has admitted to trespassing there.
One person mumbled their confession into the last dregs of their pint.
One person was found dangling from the wires above the tracks, skinless and warm.
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