Creative Writing: Get To The Ballpark

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We need to get to the ballpark,” Bill said ready to leave, after making sure his tools were in the toolbox. He placed placing the puppies on the seat beside his son, and stared at the mountain letting his mind wander. He knew there was something besides rocks and trees up there and like most residents, he refused to believe in ghosts. For years, they had mad excuses for the lights and screams, even though they had seen and heard them. The sheriff had searched the mountainside several times and found nothing to explain the activities. A few believed it was the ghosts of dead miners. Still others believed the lights were reflections from the moon, and the wind whistling through the trees created the screams, only a few people in Howardsville

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