Dedicated to my friends, Silas, Tristan, and Blake, and to my dad for inspiring me and pushing me to write this book.

The voice of my father, Silas woke me up in my comfy bed.
“Yuri! Get out of bed! It’s time for you to start merchant training! Get out of your room and let's go!”
I got out of bed and sighed. I hated trading. I grabbed my brown old bag and slowly walked out of my room, listening to the street performers play some of my favorite songs. The smell of food and coconuts were overwhelming today.
“Dad? What’s going on outside?” I asked.
“It’s the Halloween Festival! Trades will be sky-high today!”
“Do we have to go?”
“Yes, this will be the best trading day yet!”
I sighed again.
“But I want to sleep in today!” I exclaimed, kind of angrily.
“I know, you always do.”
I sighed some more and continued on with my day as my father, dressed in a brown trader’s outfit tried to make a conversation. About 20 minutes later, we were packed up, the food was in my stomach, and I had sighed a LOT more. We walked out of the house and, to my huge surprise, I spotted a skinny, short old man with a massive bag, about to fall over! I rushed over.
“Yuri! Get back here!” My father yelled.

I helped the old man as my father rushed over to help me.
“Thank you, kind child… My name is Keanu.” Groaned the old man.
“Do you need anything?” My father asked.
“Well, do you have food?” The old man quietly asked.
“Yes, I have a big brick of colby jack and a fresh loaf of bread.” My father stated.
“Yuri, pass the man some food.”
“Thank you…” The man whispered as I gave him the food.
“Here, have this…”
The old man passed me a tile. The tile was glowing softly and slightly, and it had a lovely desert pattern on it. Before I knew this tile would change my life, I wanted to put it somewhere special. I didn’t know where, but I did. Then, I touched it, it cracked a bit, and gasped as the world turned upside down.
BOOM! My vision blurred and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I looked around. The area appeared to be a modern urban neighborhood, except it was veiled in fog. Whispers could be heard all around. It was extremely creepy. I walked around. Jack O'Lanterns filled the sidewalks, they looked like normal Jack O’Lanterns except that they had creepily realistic carvings. A few times I saw eyes watching me and moving shadows. They all disappeared after I looked at them. At this point I was terrified. My shy, undeveloped brain was overloaded with the events that happened. Then, to make it worse, a nearby pumpkin started shaking violently. I yelled out in fear as a cute face carved itself in the pumpkin. A strange glow emerged from the middle of the pumpkin and the carved face started moving. short, stubby, arms and legs sprouted out from the pumpkin as a squeaky voice spoke out from the pumpkin.
“Hey there! I’m Jack! It’s short for Jack O’Lantern! How ya’ doin’?”
“Uhhhhh…” I was shocked.
“You’re my friend now!” He grabbed my hand and dragged me off.
He was speaking so fast I could barely understand him.
He was running fast as lightning so I instinctively shouted, “Slow down, little guy!”
“Huh?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.

The mist, silly!”
“What’s the mist?”
“It’s a monster!” He exclaimed as he smiled widely.
“A WHAT?”
“A monster!”
Then he skipped off and told me to follow him. He continued talking about this “mist” object. It was getting dark by then so he led me to an abandoned barn. Spiderwebs covered the walls and the whole place was cracked and partially destroyed. Then, suddenly a strange wind noise emerged from a nearby shelter.
“What was that?” I asked Jack.
“I have no idea in the slightest, friend!”
“You what?”
“I have no ide-” Jack couldn’t finish his sentence before the doors of the shelter banged open and a lake of gray fog with purple-pink eyes all around it came out. Before I could react, it started rushing toward us with an eerily loud humming sound emanating from its eyes as it dashed across the plain between us and the fog.
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Dedicated to my friends, Silas, Tristan, and Blake, and to my dad for inspiring me and pushing me to write this book.

The voice of my father, Silas woke me up in my comfy bed.
“Yuri! Get out of bed! It’s time for you to start merchant training! Get out of your room and let's go!”
I got out of bed and sighed. I hated trading. I grabbed my brown old bag and slowly walked out of my room, listening to the street performers play some of my favorite songs. The smell of food and coconuts were overwhelming today.
“Dad? What’s going on outside?” I asked.
“It’s the Halloween Festival! Trades will be sky-high today!”
“Do we have to go?”
“Yes, this will be the best trading day yet!”
I sighed again.
“But I want to sleep in today!” I exclaimed, kind of angrily.
“I know, you always do.”
I sighed some more and continued on with my day as my father, dressed in a brown trader’s outfit tried to make a conversation. About 20 minutes later, we were packed up, the food was in my stomach, and I had sighed a LOT more. We walked out of the house and, to my huge surprise, I spotted a skinny, short old man with a massive bag, about to fall over! I rushed over.
“Yuri! Get back here!” My father yelled.

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