• I pulled Traci's hand into the little tent. "Let's go have someone read our palms!" I said excitedly. "Kenzie, it's expensive who cares," Traci said. "We're at the fair and we can't even have fun," I pouted. "Oh, alright, let's go,"she said.
    There was an old lady there, watching our every move. "Hello, hello. Sit down, quickly," she said in a hushed voice. Traci and I sat down. "Now, both of you, give me your palms. Quickly now." As we gave her our palms she looked and compared each of them. She gasped. "What?" asked Traci. "Oh no. Oh no. I knew this day would come," she closed her eyes. "Young ones, you will here an old darkening legend, I cannot say which one, but, you mustn't answer any of the calls you will get. Now, hurry along, your payment is free, you need it," she let go of our palms.
    Outside the tent we were sharing a pretzel. "Dont you think that was kinda.. creepy?" asked Traci. "Yeah, common let's go to the story teller," I grabbed her hand and led her toward him, not thinking about what the lady said. "Hello! Hello! Parents with children you need to leave! This will be a scary telling for the older ones!" the man said. A couple with two children left.
    "Now, now! Let me begin my story!" he said with a smile as the crowded hushed. "A very long time ago, there was a foul man, he was hunting after a woman. And well! I tell you, the man was a cruel man. He had many slaves of all sorts!" There were a few whispers in the crowd.
    "Now I'm guessing you're wondering what happened to the woman? Well, this story is a short one, but piercing. He eventually found the woman. After 200 years of searching, the man, could not die, nor could the woman. Why? Nobody knows. He tortured the women, until she could no longer stand up. Because of this, she killed his son and wife, he wants revenge, and he wants revenge from two girls about... 16 or so. He has a link to the devil, but where is he now? Nobody knows, all I know is that he's out there looking, trying to find those to girls." All the people were shuffling out now. Then, Traci’s cell phone rang. “It’s on restricted,” Traci said. “Then don’t answer it I replied to her back. Let’s go, I’m tired anyways,” I said.
    In the car my phone rang, it was my dad that was calling. “Hello?” I answered. McKenzie! McKenzie! You need to go to 5th Ave. S. 2655. Okay?” he seemed scared. Click.
    “Let’s go to 5th Ave. S.” I said to Traci. “Why?” whispered Traci. I didn’t answer because I was too wrapped up in my thoughts. We arrived there after a few minutes. A man was outside the small house. He was wearing a long black cape. He had short brownish hair. Everything about him was creepy. He had eyeliner on that made him look cursed. He had black pants on and a black shirt on with a skull on it. He was pale white. And he was about 20 or so… I shuddered.
    “Hello, your father is inside,” he said, darkly. “Uh, thanks,” I brushed passed him, Traci following behind.
    We walked inside, pictures of eyes, and skulls were on the walls. Dad was sitting by the table, trembling. I ran over to him. “Dad! What’s wrong!?” I asked. “McKenzie. McKenzie… You cannot die ever! Your staying 16 forever!” he shouted. “So, is Traci
    !!” he yelled even louder. I froze in place. “Traci! The palm reader was right! The man outside is… is… We have to get out of here!” I said. We heard footsteps.
    “Nobody leaves here!” shouted the young man that we met outside. “I am Scrises, you are going to become my slave! And… for your information, I’m not an ordinary human!”

    More Coming Soon! --Anna