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Created on: November 11, 2008
Ross Tyler stood and surveyed the Pumpkin patch in a kind of bemused silence, he wondered how come he had never noticed it before. He had been living in this place for over six months, had walked this way a few times but had never noticed this pumpkin patch. It was funny how it was set actually now he came to think about it set perfect square with the land all around it harsh and uncared for while this one patch was lovingly tended. But by whom? This was a question in his mind now as he looked around him. There were no houses around this part and he could not see any of the villagers being responsible for it, they were all ancient. Ross sniggered to himself now as he thought of them, they were not amused when Ross and his family came to live in their town, not impressed at all and they were right not to be for Ross and his family were not the nicest family to know. In fact moving them here was a last resort to get them away from mainstream society as far as they could be sent and that place was here. The villagers were not impressed at these young hooligans that had been moved in amongst them. They did not like strangers these people, they were all related in some way and mainly they were all old. Mind you thought Ross he had noticed a couple of them seemed to look younger these days rather than older, now that was weird. Shaking his head to remove the wonderings of his mind Ross turned his attention back to the pumpkin patch, they were huge he thought, in fact did they look a little larger than they did just a few moments ago? No it is just my eyes, too much ale last night I reckon he told himself.
"Well my little pumpkin friends I reckon I will be back later to collect you, I think we can plan a few surprises for the golden oldies around here with it being Halloween tomorrow." With those words Ross turned to head for home, as he did he spotted one of the golden oldies watching him from a distance. Being Ross he could not help himself, he had to go over to the old boy.
"Alright grandpa whatcha doin out in the cold, you want to watch you don't catch your death" said Ross
"What are you doing up here son?" John Burns asked, he did not like Ross and his family at all, they had caused all kinds of trouble for the residents of this town since their arrival, to the point that most of them were now afraid to leave their houses after it was dark. It was going to be worse for them too what with it being Halloween tomorrow, they were all scared of what this young family
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