It all happened on the first day of the fair.
The vendor stood alone behind his post as the visitors walked by him, most not noticing him and instead going to the many other fun places that the yearly fair had.
Just like the year before, the vendor had been ignored.
The sun was sinking in the sky, the crowd slowly but surely growing smaller and smaller as the world got darker around them.
Just before it was time to close up for the night, the vendor spotted the four people who would surely be glad to help him make more than a few dollars, even if it would only be for a day.
Then again, little antique figurines weren't really that popular these days, but the vendor had an idea.
He had heard of the band coming into town the day before, so he made the preparations beforehand.
The group came closer and stopped at his post, and they all looked at him.
The next day, the vendor smiled as he placed his four newest figurines in front of him, knowing that it wouldn't be too long before someone would notice them.
After all, four figurines that looked like The Beatles were bound to catch everyone's attention in this day and age, even if the band was now missing.
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Beatles Horror Stories
FanficJust a book of Beatles horror stories of varying lengths and styles.