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On the edge of Greater Tokyo was the smoggy Industrial District. Riddled with crime in the later hours of the day, Hannah, Bert, Daryl, and Kite had arrived at sunset though found the pollution above had made the area home to a permanent night. Few were actually loitering in the streets yet the four knew there were many hidden eyes on them here. “This place really gives me the heebie jeebies,” said Katie. “I’m sure Bug-a-boo, erm, Bugs,” Hannah corrected herself, “trusts we can handles ourselves if he was okay with us going alone. A skin headed, scrawny boy in rags approached the four in the streets hold

“Today,” Hannah said under her breath, beginning to approach Scary Godmother. The sun had risen just high enough beam light through the waving trees and onto the witch. Scary Godmother stood on the stone altar in the secluded grove as the dragon statue behind her spewed out raw spirit energy. This time, however, Hannah could see the light blue aura leaving the dragon’s mouth and moving about the area. “Yes, you said that already,” Scary Godmother was leaned against the stature, facing a direction away from the moving Hannah. Though carefully the witch’s eyes flickered over to see Hannah come closer. The

The witch Scary Godmother was tall, slender, and had uncontrollable, frizzy red hair poorly kept under her jagged and long witch hat. Her milky, white face was also slim. Her nose wasn’t too long but looked the part of a witch with its added curve. Her lips were black and her eyes spoke of exhaustion. “I wanted to thank you,” Hannah Urameshi said to the witch in her round laboratory. Scary Godmother blinked sluggishly, “‘kay.” Hannah was forced to stand there awkwardly when it became clear the witch had nothing more to say, “Umm…” “Stay in the room I set aside for you,” Sca

Inside the Kuraudoreipu Arcade Hannah Urameshi stood between two noisy arcade machines. She had sent a text message to her cousin Jimmy telling him there was thirteen people dressed like clowns inside. One of the more average dressed clowns she saw earlier then caught her off guard. “You’re new in town, correct?” The only feature this clown had was his clown nose. With a pink dress shirt, blue jeans, and weak cheesy moustache he would almost pass as normal. Hannah casually put away her phone and stepped forward, “I’m actually new to the whole city! My name’s Hannah Urameshi,” she finished with a bow

This is the story of two souls bound and broken by destiny! A story of blood, betrayal, and bizarre occurrences. This, through accounts forbidden and forgotten, is the start of a chronicle of spooky stories. Hannah’s Bizarre Adventure Running down the crowded, high above bridge connecting two bright sky scrappers was a young man with swopped over blonde hair wearing a long brown coat and green shirt. On the left side of his coat was the metal pin of an orange piece of candy and gripped in his right, fingerless wool gloved hand was a handgun ready to be fired. Above him was an empty black sky with not a single star visible. Instead the