"Now where did he go?"
Stephanie grumbled, feeling like she'd been searching for days for that kid in the mask. One moment, she had been chasing him and the next...Out of the blue, gone. And she still didn't know which kid he was who had thought it fun to play that prank. Still, credit where it was due. He had a hell of a hide-and-go-seek game. The autumn winds blew crisp and clean and Stephanie breathed in deep as the scent of winter on the cusp filled her lungs. Ah well.
Since she was here, she might as well choose a pumpkin.
And exploring as she did, she'd miss Miles unless he decided to speak to her.
@LuckycoolHawk9 @Chewy Rabbits
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Elsewhere, in the local pub an old man would be dictating a story.
Clad in the vestments of a priest, he seemed larger than life and more akin to a retired bodybuilder. His hands were as large as frying pans seemingly and when he spoke, it was with the jolly intonation of someone who'd box your ears and join you for a quick pint after. Which honestly, wasn't quite far from the truth. His name was Father Mustrum and he doubled as the town coroner and substitute doctor on the days the usual was out.
Currently, he was nursing a beer mug of what was best served in shot glasses, whose scent seemed to warp the air over it as he continued.
"-An' when the lights went out, I went fer a right hook and the bugger ran away! Anyway- That was back in '98. And since then, I've never had trouble since. Damned Gremlins, always mucking up my holy of holies!"
"That old heap you call a car?"
"Its a Potomac Gallant classic, you godless heathen! Lord save me from all these sinners!"
There was appreciative laughter, of the sort that comes from an old joke heard time and again. But never getting tired of it. Apparently, Father Mustrum thought the same as he smirked and toasted the bar before downing his pint.
Such was the scene at the local pub. 'The Pumpkinhead.'
@Michale CS @Anyone Who Wants In.
