the first day back

it was the first day back to school after what seemed to be the longest hottest summer on record here in crescent moon cove, but summer was over as fast as it had arrived.

Here in the town that my great grandparents had founded with two other family's, although it was known by a different name back then. It was named angel bay after what was described as the worst storm that ever occurred in the past in that area of ocean on route from England to the east coast of the American states where Canada and the United states border.

About 50 miles out to sea as if it were always hidden by a dense river of fog like a white blanket settled down as if it was concealing the location from the outside world.

There stood angel island, The storm my great grandparents and the two other founding family arrived upon the rocks with such veracity, and the ambilevous misfortune and lead to a chain reaction of events that would leave four people dead or presumed drowned

, and horrifying tales and lore of monsters ensued with it. All the students were a buzz about the up coming social and dance it has been a tradition on the island since the very first Halloween that the first familys had made a log cabin and erected a small barn and pined corals for the feral pigs that inhabited the island.

As they began to find a new way of life and to make their own traditions and to that unfaltering idea of a place to call their own.

So on that day on the 31st of November they decided to name the island in witch was behind a camouflage of pillowy white blanket of denice fog.

Angel island one person said as the others were in agreement it was then all the strange and bilious incidents started to plague the island and it's new residents who now live there.