Prologue

It was a hot summer day in the peaceful town of Warson Woods. "The bus stop was empty with only a few. Some travellers and a mother with her two children. The two children around 6 years old were fighting as kids usually their age do. "Not a very busy day here, is it?" A traveller asked the mother." It usually isn't dear.'" She replied kindly. One of the boys looked up and whispered to his mother. "Maa that man doesn't seem good to me."

"Hush! Don't say that that's rude." She told her child. " He's just shy. " She told the stranger embarrassed. The stranger laughed heartily. Soon the bus came and all of them boarded. " Mom I'm still not getting a good feeling about this." The boy whispered. "Be calm honey it'll fine." she comforted him. Those were her last words to her son.

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"So the drive overturned. How many survivors?? " the police officer asked. "Only one sir he says he wants to talk to you." "Bring him in." the police officer replied. The boy came he was whimpering and crying."It was the man officer he said it was the creepy man he created a tornado and and...." saying this he started crying. "Shush kid you are in trauma it's all right." The police officer comforted him. He couldn't believe it. Nobody ever believed him. I hate this place he cried aloud. The police man tried to stop him. He caught hold of the kid. "Let me go!" the kid shouted. The officer let go.

He started running..mm away from the crime scene.... Away from the town where he was raised... He ran away

" What happened officer. Why'd you let him go?" The subordinate asked . "I... I don't really remember." The officer replied still confused from what happened.