Featured: Trick or Treat
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The Ghosts that never died
One dark and misty Halloween night the moon shined brightly in the sky, illuminating the ghostly graveyard below. You could hear nothing but the gentle whistle of the wind, rustling the leaves against the grave stones. Some of the grave stones are hundred upon hundred years old, there is a different kind of atmosphere here, the air feels different almost magical. Many people don’t visit this cemetery, they say its haunted, they say every Halloween night the ghosts come out to play, the ghosts who never die, who can never go into the beyond.
Well we sure do come out and play, Halloween is the only night we are able to enjoy ourselves without the constant screaming’s of squishy humans. I should introduce myself shouldn’t I? My name is Emily Jones; I died February 2nd 1861 by a fever at the wee age of 18. Since that time I awake every night, never seeming to end but hey it could be worse.
Feeling the crisp air on my ghostly skin, stretching my
“Is that your trike?” Uscanth asked Barbara as the two of them approached the parking lot.
“Hell no,” Barbara replied as she pulled out her keys. Just ahead of them stood three parked vehicles: a trike, a hybrigyro and a hybribike.
When Uscanth heard the click of the hybigyro’s doors unlock the male Drall was quite relieved.
“So how is the campaign going?” Uscanth asked as the two of them got into the hybrigyro and buckled their seat belts.
“It could be better,” Barbara said as she ignited the hybrigyro’s engine and deactivated the parking anchor, “Ever since the hyperspace storm was discovered two months ago half of the people have been talking about leaving. Two thousand have left already—mostly humans and aliens, but the Drallians and the Marlon Chaan have stayed put.”
As Barbara was speaking she rotated the hybrigyro 135 degrees to the right and punched the rear chopper once the hybrigyro reached an altit
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