Post by winnie on Mar 26, 2008 21:22:03 GMT -5
the home of my tragedies
and the founding of arbitrary
in this lovely little place
a town i like to call, annaway;;
If you've ever lived in a big city you know that people are packed up together like sardines. In a small town it's pretty much the same, just less space. In the little town of Annaway, tourism is the biggest profit when considering that they are the only stop for about 60 miles between one city and the other. However, its current appeal is starting to dwindle.
Not only is it home to one of the most terrifying hotel hauntings, but people suddenly seem to be dropping dead. No one's exactly sure as to why there are healthy men and women falling over on the streets. Even worse, more strange deaths outside of that continue to occur. One man crashed his car into the lobby of the Bay Hotel, nearly injuring 12 of the guests. They ruled it drunk driving, but further investigation found that he had been scared to death.
Word will spread like wildfire in this place, and you'd be lucky if someone didn't catch you with your pants down doing the hokey pokey on a silent evening. But can anyone catch a whiff of what's really going on in Annaway?
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