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A long time ago, on a dark night where the moon was shining brightly onto the dark pond. There was once a boy name Daniel Howell. He was born into a family that wasn't as normal as everyone thought they were. This family used witch craft in the darkest way possible. They had peircing cold eyes. No one dared to cross that family. Well, that was how it always had been but of course sometimes foolish children disobay their parents to feed their curious minds. The children wanted to prank the house to teach them a lesson. It didn't work the way they planned it to work. The parents caught the children red handed with the tourches. Any other family would just send the children home. But this was no normal family. Those children were burned that night right in front of all the other towns folk as a sign not to bother them. The townsfolk were afraid so they decided to go after Daniel instead. Daniel didn't make it home in time to save himself from the townsfolk. They tied him up and threw him into the pond hoping he would drown. Daniel did indeed drown that night. His parents were furious but they soon were burned on the stake near the place where Daniel died. The towns folk never actually escaped them though. Daniel, being an innocent, came back from the dead as a angry spirit. He killed every last person in that town. Ever since then no one has set foot in that town. But of course as time goes on people gut dumber. People began to build new buildings and fix up the old rotting town. They destroyed Daniel's house and put a hospital in it's spot.