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Hurry Trent's Short Story: The Haunted House

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The sun was about to dip below the horizon, leaving a thin small yellow taint upon the sky. As was tradition, the people of Icewallow, a small village below the ice capped mountains, were busy rushing about here and there preparing their nightly meal. At the same time everyday, the villagers brought out tables and chairs and gathered in the center of the village to enjoy a meal together as a community. The village was small and unassuming, made from a handful of wooden houses that they had built themselves, they lived a small and peaceful life. The mountains protected the village so that no raiders from the north could come down and pillage, the ice was too thick and created a barrier that had ensured this village’s survival for centuries. …show more content…

The men were bringing out the tables and chairs along with the casks of ale from the inn, while the women prepared fresh bread, stew and salted meats. It was not a feast fit for a king, but it was all these people had know and they were fiercely proud of their tradition. “Hurry Trent, I need some help with the food and can you get little Jory, I don’t want him to miss anything and he needs to eat,” Molly called her husband as she carried the basket of fresh bread she had …show more content…

He was a large man with short thin grey hair and broad shoulders, making him one of the largest men in Icewallow, but everyone knew that his size did not mean much as he was also one of the kindest men in the village and would never see anyone go without while he was able to help. Drinking his drink as quick as he could, he handed the empty tankard back to Otto and then looked over his shoulder to make sure that Molly was not watching. While she did not mind drinking, she would frown and make his life mildly unpleasant if he got too drunk and she had to get some of the others to drag him home again. He was not planning on drinking much, but if Mol saw him drinking so quickly, and especially before food, she would likely clip his ear. Besides, it was nearly time to sit and eat anyway. As the women brought out the rest of the food, the men slowly made their way over to the tables. With everyone ready to eat, there were almost a hundred people sat around tables and some even sat on cushions near fires they had made in the fire pits to fend off the cold chill of the

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