Max and the fellow secret society of the night were a bunch of mischievous hoodlums in Hadley burg, a peaceful town somewhere in North America. Now, Max himself wasn't exactly the type of kid that would run around and break people's windows, or wrap their front yards with toilet paper, or any other annoying act of vandal; but he had to stay in his secret society of the night to keep at least a slight publicity level of popularity. It was twenty minutes before midnight, and the small group surrounded themselves around a small base fire, somewhere in the woods on the outskirts of Hadley burg. Max emerged from the undergrowth, bedraggled and scratched. He approached the society members slowly, each one of them giving off a slight glare. The biggest one of all of them stood up, crossing his arms in front of the fire. He eyed Max up and down and smirked. "Man, what happened to you?" Max didn't look up at him, but instead found an empty spot by the fire. When he sat down the members near him inched away. Max eyed the big boy. "The map said to go through the fifth trail pass the oak tree, but I came to a dead end surrounded by thorns and other over hanging branches..." Two of the members across from him stifled some laughter before they caught themselves and watched the boss. The big boy just turned his head, spat, and sat down; his arms still crossed. "Ha, maybe you just followed the directions wrong," the boss perked up as the group laughed, Max just stared at the fire. "I'm surprised you even came, are you sure you don't want to go home now before you wet your pants?" the boss said tauntingly, putting on a wicked grin. Max finally looked up at him. "Just tell me what I got to do." The boss looked down for a second, and then looked up again. "You have to tell us a scary story, and not no baby stories 'neither a REAL scary story. One that'll keep us up all night..." Max sighed, that was the worst thing he was at in life, telling ghost stories and such. "Fine, I'll do it." The members of the secret society of the night laughed. A little baby boy from school is going to tell a "scary story", this should be a blast. Max thought real hard, during his early childhood years when his grandfather was still around. His grandpa would tell the most amazing stories to Max, some hilarious, some thrilling, others bone chilling... Max thought about the most frightening story he had ever heard from his grandpa. The one story that kept him up all night... Finally, Max remembered. "So are ya going to tell us or not chum?" a little scrawny boy perked up. Max came back to reality. "Oh... Yeah. Just to warn you guys, if you want to back out of this story now, I understand and I won't say anything about it at school." This made the group laugh harder. Max shrugged and continued, "Alright, but don't tell me I didn't warn you. This story began generations ago, before your time, or even your grandpa's time. I hoped I would never have to repeat this story the night after I heard it, but you guys leave me no choice." Max's face suddenly went into a really determined look and eyed the group slowly. "This is the phantom story... of Shadow Kuno."
Have you ever thought about, you know, proving to everyone in the world how whacky and courageous you are? Charles did, and he wanted everybody to know his name. From the time he was five, Charles wanted all the attention he could get. He has done many things, jumped off buildings, started numerous food fights, and any other childish actions that would be remembered throughout time, or at least the current week. But Charles wanted more. More attention, more fame, even more importance to his name. That is when Charles learned about the shadow man, Kuno Teure. No one has actually seen the face of Kuno Teure the day he moved into Charles' town, Kuno never really came out into the public. He kept himself in a house, more like a shack, in the outskirts of the city. Rumors spread that he only came out at midnight, during the new moon, and only to the graveyard. There was once a murder trial of a local woman being stabbed forty-three times; her body was found in her house alone during a new moon night. Of course, Kuno Teure was to blame. The trial took place, but Kuno never appeared in court, seeing as it didn't matter considering the lack of evidence. He was held in jail for two weeks but then later released. But oh yes, the people knew, ol' Kuno Teure was the murderer. Another case was a child that wandered into a graveyard, but the child was never found after that evening. Once again, Kuno was to blame. Even after all these rumors, nothing recent has ever happened in Charles' town. Lack of evidence, phooey, Charles was going to find Kuno in person and get the truth... or die trying...so said Charles.
