Hell Hound
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the season of Light, and the season of Darkness; the thriving community was getting prepared for the Ghost festival, ameliorating their french-old houses. Then there went the Browns, who had not decorated a single ornament on the house. Mitch, being the elder brother, was a quiet fellow, a bit dull and got omitted in school. Growing up with him was his younger brother, Nic, who was his complete opposite, being bright and bipolar all day. His stepfather, who always wears a beret hat and left with an old, dilapidated dwelling place, with two kids to rear, after their late mother had passed 5 years ago, from a horrendous wolf attack in the woods. Intriguingly their most beloved mother left two puppies before her passing, in which they call Bunny and Jake. The Browns were so enthralled by the festival that they hardly feel tired adorning their dull, almost-monochromatic house. Mitch was going through the shed, trying to find a
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