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Frank was a postman. He liked delivering mail. It was a boring job for some, but in the small town of Featherholm, West Virginia, people were nice. In fact, just last week, Mrs.Douger had invited him in for a quick lunch of a sandwich and some Rasberry Tea. The town was small only a few hundred people so Frank never had a problem walking his route and talking to the kind people. Today was no exception either it was a nice autumn morning and everyone was cleaning up their Halloween decorations and a few were even setting up for Christmas. It was far too early for Frank, but some People like the Nichlesons liked to get things done early and enjoy the festivities. the only people who weren't getting their yards cleaned were the seniors of Featherholm like ol' Mrs.Sinclair, the other families would be by later this week to help them out. Yes, indeed Featherholm was the ideal small community.
A few hours later near dusk.
As the sun set in the sky, Frank looked up at the wonderful colors and smiled. It had been a good day, and his route was over. All he had to do now was walk home, make some food, and tomorrow pick up the latest mail to start his day anew. As he walked down the street whistling a tune to himself, he realized something that had slightly worried him. Mrs.Cardova hadn't come out to say Hi to him today, in fact oddly it was like this every year today. 364 days a year she was the shining beacon of this neighborhood making candies and cakes for everyone himself included. she was beautiful too, despite her age she looked like a youth half her age, and any time people asked she chalked it up to good food and staying healthy. the yoga was her secret though as she always said. Frank stopped and thought 'Why not' Walking up her driveway he stopped at her door knocking three times. he would make sure she was ok, just to do his due diligence. A few minutes later the door slowly opened and a teary-eyed Mrs.Cardova stood at the door saying hello trying to dry her eyes. Now feeling quite embarrassed Frank looked sheepish as he explained why he was knocking and asking after her. As it had turned out the year before Frank had started his mail route her husband had gone missing on this day. they had searched the forest for months but never found so much as a body and so every year today she stayed inside and cried out all her pain for her lost husband. every year she admitted she thought about moving but something out in the night said her husband was still near and one day he would return to her. her story was truly a sad one and Frank teared up for her just a bit. he offered her a hug and condolences before excusing himself to return home.
three blocks and three tears later
Frank walked into his small cottage home on the edge of town. taking off his USPS jacket and hanging it on the shadowed coat rack he Yawned and walked into the kitchen to begin making his supper. it wasn't much but a hearty stew on a cool night always sounded get on Samhain. it wouldn't take long to get started and then just let it simmer a few hours and poof done. looking around he realized he had forgotten to get the meat out of the fridge with a sigh Frank called out "James get the meat out would you". At his call the skeleton in the corner of his adjacent office's eyes lit up with purple fire as a similar inky light ignited in its ribcage. "yes master" it called and began to move, getting the meat out and delivering it to Franks side. it began to walk back to its station when Frank turned to the Skeleton and spoke again. "James, why didn't you tell me you had a wife? As it turns out she misses you terribly." the skeleton, a revenant really as Frank had bound James's soul to the bones for a more intelligent minion, turned to its master and simply said "sorry master" and returned to its place in his office. shaking his head Frank finished his preparations for tonight's supper and left it to simmer while he worked on his hobby in the basement.
walking into his basement Frank immediately spotted the tree in the center of his deep basement. another advantage of the small town had been no one noticed when he made his basement much wider and deeper than it had been when he bought it. he wasn't sure of the exact measurements but he was confident the basement was now 200 yards deeper and wider than it had been before, the reinforcements of his neighbor's homes so their houses didn't sink had been some work but it had all come together the last few years. looking to the center of the basement Frank smiled as he looked at the gnarled old oak tree at the center of the basement. Its leaves were nearly all black as night all save one on the lowest branch, though it was well on its way, it was slowly turning from dark grey to black as the void. a few more hours Frank guessed just after dinner. So it was that just after the leaf turned black then the whole tree pulsed a black wave, the wave hit Frank in his chest and he sucked in its power, hungry he was for this 365 days to the second sense he felt this power flow through him and from him to his minions. the little cracks in James's bones began to knit and the fire in his chest swelled. Frank loved Samhain it was the one day he could feel Himself be himself. the dreaded Necromancer that kicked off a world war in secret and fed off the death to make himself immortal. chuckling to himself looking at the clock reading 3 AM Frank or rather Arkan the Black looked to the revenant he made eight years ago when he chose the quiet little town to hide and gather his strength in. "James go fetch your darling wife, it's time she takes the black." after all he thought...
NO ONE SHOULD BE SEPARATED FROM THEIR LOVED ONES!
A few hours later near dusk.
As the sun set in the sky, Frank looked up at the wonderful colors and smiled. It had been a good day, and his route was over. All he had to do now was walk home, make some food, and tomorrow pick up the latest mail to start his day anew. As he walked down the street whistling a tune to himself, he realized something that had slightly worried him. Mrs.Cardova hadn't come out to say Hi to him today, in fact oddly it was like this every year today. 364 days a year she was the shining beacon of this neighborhood making candies and cakes for everyone himself included. she was beautiful too, despite her age she looked like a youth half her age, and any time people asked she chalked it up to good food and staying healthy. the yoga was her secret though as she always said. Frank stopped and thought 'Why not' Walking up her driveway he stopped at her door knocking three times. he would make sure she was ok, just to do his due diligence. A few minutes later the door slowly opened and a teary-eyed Mrs.Cardova stood at the door saying hello trying to dry her eyes. Now feeling quite embarrassed Frank looked sheepish as he explained why he was knocking and asking after her. As it had turned out the year before Frank had started his mail route her husband had gone missing on this day. they had searched the forest for months but never found so much as a body and so every year today she stayed inside and cried out all her pain for her lost husband. every year she admitted she thought about moving but something out in the night said her husband was still near and one day he would return to her. her story was truly a sad one and Frank teared up for her just a bit. he offered her a hug and condolences before excusing himself to return home.
three blocks and three tears later
Frank walked into his small cottage home on the edge of town. taking off his USPS jacket and hanging it on the shadowed coat rack he Yawned and walked into the kitchen to begin making his supper. it wasn't much but a hearty stew on a cool night always sounded get on Samhain. it wouldn't take long to get started and then just let it simmer a few hours and poof done. looking around he realized he had forgotten to get the meat out of the fridge with a sigh Frank called out "James get the meat out would you". At his call the skeleton in the corner of his adjacent office's eyes lit up with purple fire as a similar inky light ignited in its ribcage. "yes master" it called and began to move, getting the meat out and delivering it to Franks side. it began to walk back to its station when Frank turned to the Skeleton and spoke again. "James, why didn't you tell me you had a wife? As it turns out she misses you terribly." the skeleton, a revenant really as Frank had bound James's soul to the bones for a more intelligent minion, turned to its master and simply said "sorry master" and returned to its place in his office. shaking his head Frank finished his preparations for tonight's supper and left it to simmer while he worked on his hobby in the basement.
walking into his basement Frank immediately spotted the tree in the center of his deep basement. another advantage of the small town had been no one noticed when he made his basement much wider and deeper than it had been when he bought it. he wasn't sure of the exact measurements but he was confident the basement was now 200 yards deeper and wider than it had been before, the reinforcements of his neighbor's homes so their houses didn't sink had been some work but it had all come together the last few years. looking to the center of the basement Frank smiled as he looked at the gnarled old oak tree at the center of the basement. Its leaves were nearly all black as night all save one on the lowest branch, though it was well on its way, it was slowly turning from dark grey to black as the void. a few more hours Frank guessed just after dinner. So it was that just after the leaf turned black then the whole tree pulsed a black wave, the wave hit Frank in his chest and he sucked in its power, hungry he was for this 365 days to the second sense he felt this power flow through him and from him to his minions. the little cracks in James's bones began to knit and the fire in his chest swelled. Frank loved Samhain it was the one day he could feel Himself be himself. the dreaded Necromancer that kicked off a world war in secret and fed off the death to make himself immortal. chuckling to himself looking at the clock reading 3 AM Frank or rather Arkan the Black looked to the revenant he made eight years ago when he chose the quiet little town to hide and gather his strength in. "James go fetch your darling wife, it's time she takes the black." after all he thought...
NO ONE SHOULD BE SEPARATED FROM THEIR LOVED ONES!