It was a cold chill night in December. Almost New Year, people can be hard at work. The ones who don't give on holidays, but at the branching of a new year. Boys and girls are born from their mothers...or so you thought. Every thousand years, a thing is made. It is reincarnated and has one purpose of life. Or at least, one known purpose...
The swings swayed, in harmony with the chill wind. A hole under the swing prevented going on the swing, but it made many superstitions. Only one women has guessed correctly, and she is currently in hiding. Many have guessed, like maybe a physco dug a hole trying to trap them self. Or a giant worm is feasting, crawling to the center of the world. But someone has said possibly the puppeteer from her favorite book was hiding. He could be making his devilish minions in a place nobody can go.
Soon after, she started receiving notes. One she can't forget, written in a chilling handwriting says, One inch further
Ride your bike
But by the night
Walk into the light
All alone
I'll be watching
And you'll be on your own
Him
Haunted, she decided to go in hiding. She currently lives with a secret investigator, and is now in Tugale Highschool. She tried to stay hidden, and her new name is Rose El Black. She hides her many secrets, but no one has more secrets than the puppeteer...
Deep hidden in a crevasse inside of the swing hole, the puppeteer, or Greg Na Lee, is flicking his wrist and creating his demons. Each with long pointed noses, 6 feet, and black hair, they possess the powers of a human, but they're "special".
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The Puppeteer
General FictionAnybody could be the puppeteer. All they've found in his journal is he goes to school, and he possesses a power unbelievable. Watch out for the puppeteer.
