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You are standing at the window of your cabin, looking out onto the street. The waning moon shines quietly over High Ridge. It reflects on the frost beginning to form, giving each building of the small mountain town a glowing outline.
Earlier that evening, you said goodnight to your friends, Ricardo and Lisa, who have been spending the summer with you, searching for your great-uncle Rush's buried fortune. Then you settled down into your favourite palour chair with an obscure volume of High Ridge history. You Hoped this book would give you some clues to the whereabouts of the fortune. After a few hours you dozed off.
Then a sound outside startled you awake. You jumped to the window to look out. At first, you heard nothing.
You're beginning to wonder if you imagined it. Then the sound that woke you - a moaning scarier than any sound you have ever heard - begins again.
Created By: Steve Edwards
Created: 05/11/2007
Story Arc: The Horror of High Ridge
Page Number: 383
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Author: Daniel Robson
Submitted: 2007-11-05 12:00:15
This is probably a bit iffy copyright wise, but what the hell. Until someone sends me (or facebook) a cease and desist letter, carry on. Better than trying to find the book myself :P
Author: Matt Hurley
Submitted: 2007-11-05 12:03:11
This is an open content creation system, and you chose no moderation so good luck with that "please don't add to this story" part.