The Sewers

Chapter 1 Humble Beginings

Prior-

"Anne!" My mother yelled at me, "If your not down here in three seconds, I'm goning to send you over to Mr. Mason's place to be cursed!"

No! I stuffed my homework into my bookbag and ran downstairs as fast as I could. Not Mr. Mason, not Mr.Mason!

Mr. Mason owned a bakery just down the street. He had dark, close-cropped hair and grey eyes. His sweets and bread where said to be the best in the world, but it came at a price. During his first few weeks in business, strange abnormalties started to pop up, or, at least, that was what yhe rumors said.

A 10 year old boy disappeared without a trace after buying a few loaves of bread. A 13 year old girl died by murder, but the body is never found. And a 40 year old man who worked at the place committed suicide by burning himself. Of course, the body was never found. There were more, too.

Parents always use Mr. Mason to get their children to do what they want. Kids arguing with you? Bring up Mr.Mason. Kids making too much racket? Threaten to send them to Mr. Mason. Children wanting to run away? Tell them that Mr.Mason will catch them if they dont stay with you.

No, really, it worked!

I reach the bottom of the stairs to grab my school books. I hoped Mom wouldn't really send me to Mr. Mason's. Thankfully, Mom just glared at me and told me to hurry to school.
I grabed a peace of bread with butter on the table across from my dad, and exited our house.

My Mom was a wonderful woman. She was very tall and skinny, a repercussion for being poor, and had long and wavy black hair. She also had piercing green eyes that knew if you where telling a lie no matter what you did to avoid that gase. She may have been strict when it came to school and getting a proper education,
But she loved me.

My father was a quiet man, but he really didn't pay much attention to my mom. He never yelled or lost patience, but he was out working in the factories all the time, so i never really knew him. He had brown eyes and thick, blonde hair. He was also skrawny, but dont let that fool you. He was very strong and clever to work in the factories.

As I walked down the cobbled strrts and past Mr. Mason's place, I stopped and stared at the fresh baked bread and cupcakes. The bread was still steaming, and my stomach grumbled at me. Mom didn't like sweets, she said it was bad for your health. Sometimes, I would daydream about what it would be like to have some sugar in my system.

Someone grabbed me by the shoulder,

And I sceamed.