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Every neighbourhood is a brotherhood of families, and like some siblings not all brotherhoods get on. But in the spirit of community families often come together and look out for each other and the places they live. This story is of one such community, a small country side town simply known as little bridge. The town was a quaint and tranquil place filled with paranoid and fearfull people who deeply mistrusted anyone who wasnt "local". Their fears lead them down a dark path in search of protection from the great evils the paranoid see in all shadows and the dark nights. In search of safety and to ease the fear that stalked the town, they set out to find a unique insurance policy to ease the troubles of the populus.
After many months of studying all the lore of magic, science and the occult that they could get hold of . The towns librarian came to the conclussion that in order to save the town from the untrustworthy they should seek protection of a sinister means. A town meeting was called to which the heads of all the families where to attend. The meeting itself was on a seemingly innocuous summer evening, in the church hall at the center of town. The attendance never spoke of the long discussion, or of its dark and demonic nature. Any who quizzed them on the subject where swiftly silenced, some via the back of the hand and others by more brutal means. After a few months the meetings subject was still very much a hot topic amongest thoose not in the know. But the subject that many where discusing was of an equally sinister nature, the sounds that filled the nights air and then smell on the east side of town every morning.
Part 2Summer came and went and the town was as peacefull as it had been for along time, but only a few knew what to attribute the new found peace to. The keepers of the towns biggest secret become less and less reliable workers and family members, they became further and further retracted from their former selves shadows of the men they once where. The only member of the fabled meeting who didnt seem to becoming a ghostly visage was the librarian, who strutted around town with an air of new life and confidence. People began to talk and after awhile the heads of the families started to fall morbidly ill. The towns doctor was puzzled none of the men showed any bodily marks of any kind and the only common ground between them was the infamous meeting and the town itself.
By November the heads of all the major families where either dead of dying of the unknown affliction which plaqued them. The librarian himself claimed to have found a potential cause to the epedemic, all the men where smokers and he claimed the illness was based on an affliction of the lung. The towns doctor noted that while it was true that all the men where smokers, younger and female smokers remained healthy at least for now. The night still held terror around the town and the morning still held the foul smell upon the breeze, but upon the deaths of the family leaders they grew weaker until they where far fainter than the peak of summer. In a combination of fear and simpleton logic the town once again held a meeting of the eldest heirs of the families. The following night the noises returned with guster and the morning breeze held an awefull scent as potent as it had ever been.