Alright, this is my favourite part, introductions!!!
Somerville is the name of the tiny town I live in, located somewhere in the middle of nowhere, approximately 28 degrees longitudinal and 3 hrs behind Gotham.
The town is the dead end of some unfortunate Interstate highway, the last stop of a forgotten railway route: you have to wonder what went through the mind of Major Hamlin Somerville when he told his 3 wives and dozen kids that they were moving.
''Honey(s), pack your bags, we're moving to a wonderful place!" No doubt he promised them Canaan and gave them Judea. The kids must have thrown a fit..
Fast forward a couple of centuries or so, and the place is still the same, soulless,deserted, barren. The only difference is that you don't see these qualities in the land anymore, but in its inhabitants.
The people are nasty, rude and obnoxious. The only ones worse are their kids. Pastor Greg is old and cranky. The teachers here are loud and boring- who knew you could be both! Sure, there are some exceptions, but for the most part, everyone's a Grouch on Christmas.
Life in Somerville is a tedious routine where every week is a repeat of the last. Monday to Friday school at Somerville High School (SHS) , Saturday we visit my grandparents two streets down from ours, Sunday church then lunch with the Pastor and the other ministers in Mr and Mrs Vinia's house.
But it's not all bad! There are a few good things about this town. Tuesday after school I visit Aunt Elena's bakery: she makes the most mouthwatering confectioneries. Friday after school I get to lounge in my room with my music and writing the rest of the day.
And on Sunday evenings I hang out with my best friend Jimmy in the cemetery, but more on that later.
Yep, life in Somerville, basically sucks. And if it sucked before, it definitely started sucking even more after the little Ghost-buster escapade.
If I thought I hated the monotonous routine before, I cry for it now.
What can I say, the bump on my head really cleared up my vision. More ways than one..
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Keeper Of The Somerville Cemetery
ParanormalWhat's the worst that could happen if you hit your head: a scar? humiliation? Hah, you guys have it easy. You see, a while ago, I made the mistake of taking a midnight excursion in the town cemetery, which, sadly, is my hangout of choice. I ended u...
