`~Casey looked out of her window solemnly. The night was still, with a heavy, ominous feel to the blackness. A lithe silhouette of a figure moves slowly through the dark.

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~The stream trickles along playfully as the boys dip their sticks in the water and stir up mud. Out of the corner of his eye, William spots something shiny mostly covered with silt.

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~On the summer solstice, many children stuff their pockets with select bundles of herbs to keep the faires away. Some see it as a superstition, but that doesn't dispel the fact that several children still go missing each year.