Silent Mill- Part 1
A dark, gloomy mist flooded the air as I entered the town.
"Its like a ghost town". I said to himself, wondering where everybody was. I stumbled out of my car and peered curiously into a shop window, no one was there. No one was in any of the buildings, "No wonder this town is called Silent Mill". I walked on up the street, noticing that this strange fog that filled the air was getting thicker. My car was now out of sight completely. I walked on past a thick oak tree, this was the only tree in the street and it looked as if some one had recently removed it and then replanted it hapha…
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