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Chapter One

It was a cold dark night with the moon half asleep and the stars barely noticable in the street lights. The wind was howling through trees as the leaves were rusling shaking in fright of being torn off there sweet resting places. It was autumn, a cool September night made feircly cold by the blowing wind. THe street was pitch black with bright blinding yellow and white painted stripes and dashes. Cars were rarely ever few on this road, alwasy in vast numbers, but tonight there were a vague few.
Cherry Street was the bussiest street in all Trannsylvania. But tonight it was deserted. A blue car, with very nice side skirts and decals, was driving on Claire Street and was just about to turn onto Cherry. It was going the speedlimit of 35 mph. There was no sign of a speed demon in the car but everything's not as it seems. As soon as that car turned onto Cherry Street he was punching the gas like some maniac race car driver. As he's rapidly racing down the street acting like he has three seconds to live, he makes a sharp right turn onto Locke Boulevard.
At the end of Lock Boulevard, there is an enourmous eight story mansion. It has an acre pool in the backyard with three diving boards, three water slides, and it runs upto twenty-four feet deep. It has vast gardens with the rarest tropical plants.