Today, me an' Ol' Bill were workin' on some weedin' and trimmin' the bushes 'round the spa when this big guy comes over and tells us that we're needed to help with some parcels what were being delivered. Turns out that the resort is tryin' to appeal to the parents. So, to get kids to come, they've decided to have a min golf course.
So, me an' Ol' Bill come over to the truck. It was full of all sorts of stuff - I can't even tell you everything. So, we're unloadin' and at the back of the truck are two really big boxes. They stank of all chemicals and stuff. So, Ol' Bill and me were fixin' to unload these too when the guy who grabbed us first told us to leave those on the truck. He says they are goin' round back. We shrug it off and start to set up the mini golf.
Ol' Bill is goin on an' on about how he's got a bad feelin' about the golf course and how there are spirits and such around. Now, Ol' Bill is what you'd call superstitious. He don't know that I have a lucky rock to fend away evil. So, finally I tells him not to worry. Then, he looks at me and says he knew why this feild is full of evil. He sez long ago, there was some murders round these parts. I shurg, thinking it's common knowledge. He sez "No no! A witch was killed in this very spot. What clown decided to build HERE? I ain't workin' on the golf course no more!"
I didn't mind too much when he stormed off, reasonin' that we wuz almost done anyways. What is really buggin me is what was in that box. Mayhap, I do some exploring later tonight.
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