Every day, of every month, of every year. The sun set on straw hill; silently and quickly. At this time, the Groundskeeper, Edward Miller, paced his way across the bare dry ground and gazing down at the town below.
The people of straw town were reminiscent of a time when unknown things didn't happen, but when Edward Miller came to the town, night time was silent time. Everywhere across the town, from Palls Lake to all the way across town at the fairground.
Straw hill sat dead in the middle and was looked at as being the darkest place in the whole town. It was seen as a living nightmare. And why? Because straw hill was the location of the towns graveyard, and Edward Miller was it caretaker.
At Halloween each year, pumpkins sprouted by the graves, but these weren't ordinary pumpkins. The people of straw town believed they were filled with the souls of the dead, they claimed that they were lucky to have as jack o'lanterns on Halloween, and you would be cursed if you picked not have one.
Those who didn't believe in these curses became victims of the unknown circumstances that ranged from car accidents that involved a car flipping over three feet in to the air and bursting in to a fire ball before it hit the ground, and the unusual case of the man who suffocated in an empty field.
So why did the residents of straw town not leave? Because they couldn't. To them these cases where accidents that occurred if you didn't follow the traditions. But more so, it was as if a veil covered the town, which told them there was nowhere else to go, and that if they were born there then they would die there.
No one understood this more than Mr Miller. Although he was from out of town, he once claimed he was attracted to the town by a strong presence, and that it wanted him to be the one to do this job.
So every year, when the pumpkins had grown to their grandest size that they could, he would take his sickle in hand and round them up, the go down to every house and shop in town and give to each family the pumpkin he said 'suited them the most'
But this year, like every year. Pumpkins were rejected; and spirits were not happy...