The Crow

Nevermore

By Ri Kourin

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my imagination, and that cannot be controlled. Therefore, you can't sue me. I hope...

Prologue

Where I come from, the night before Halloween has been dubbed "Mischief Night" in honor of the pranks of teens. But as things progressed, it changed from silly string and toilet paper to violent crimes. And the violence bled into Halloween.

It came to be believed that All Soul's was the night when those killed on the prior year's Mischief Night sought revenge. So far as I know, it was never true before. I hope it is never true again. It took such violence, hatred and sorrow that perhaps too much hung in the balance for one poor soul.

The night that it all started seemed the same as the Mischief Night before it. A crow perched on a lamppost surveyed the scene before it calmly. Then, as if receiving a signal, its wings caught the air and it flew into the Devil's Playground below.

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