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The hill was steep, and the rusted metal bench that sat a little way back from the thin strip of blacktop lay at an angle, forcing weary pedestrians to brace themselves as they sat, lest they slip down to wedge against the sagging armrest. Beneath it, three bulging refuse sacks in drab and rubberized khaki green lay, their surfaces neatly slit, their innards spilling out amidst the four uneven struts that anchored it to the earth.

Marshall Teller picked up a length of brambly wood, poking amidst the leaf litter, the tarnished soda cans, and the rustling bright-coloured packets that had once contained potato chips.

“Nothing,” he said, his brow furrowed in a single disapproving line. “No alien space-junk, no dead bodies, not even any evidence of the secret Spriggan war from last week. Just a bunch of stupid inedible trash that Bigfoot left behind.”

Simon nudged the scattered debris with the side of his foot, trying to scoop it back into some semblance of order. The grimy mass broke apart, rolling further down the hill.

“We should get out of here,” he said nervously, glancing around him. Marshall looked up from his disconsolate survey of the various Cornade containers lying about.

“Why?” he said, his voice taking on a hopeful note. “Did you find something?”

Simon shook his head.

“No,” he said. “But I hear garbage trucks a few streets over, and something tells me we don’t wanna be here when those trash collector guys see this mess.”

Marshall considered this. He looked up the street, where the road disappeared over the rise of the hill. He looked down, where the steep curve of grubby blacktop lead to the wishing well at the entrance to the municipal gardens.

He took a step back from the leaking plastic sacks and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the rich, loamy smell of decaying vegetation. Then he kicked the nearest one, hard, sending it tumbling down the street, scattering garbage in all directions as it went.

Simon’s eyes went very wide, his freckles standing out like ink dots in his suddenly-pale face.

“Marshall!” he hissed, glancing frantically around him as his fists clenched and unclenched in a paroxysm of incipient panic. “What are you doing?”

Marshall reached beneath the sad, bedraggled bench and pulled another bag free, the heavy-duty plastic splitting as it caught on something jagged and exposed on the underside of the seat.

“Payback,” he said, as he upended it around his feet.





Trusted Associates, Inc.

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The Glade by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Mars visit a place that only exists on February 29th

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Lady in Red by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon experiments on the old-fashioned radio in the Secret Spot, and horror ensues

Waiting In by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is an ice-storm and a handyman does not arrive

Seafoam by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the seaside

A Night at the Circus by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a carnivale comes to town, and Marshall and Simon do not enjoy themselves

Taking a Break by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall enjoy some much-needed R&R

Model Railway by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a new business prepares to open in Eerie

Shoreline by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall investigate strange happenings on the shores of Lake Eerie

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Hound by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

Errands by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon has a to-do list

Slyboots by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a certain corporal of the infernal regions comes to Eerie. Crossover with Johannes Cabal the Necromancer.

Waterlogged by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

Festival by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Eerie's local businesses celebrate the summer

Strawberry by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie

Wildlife by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Facilities by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the Eerie Bus Station and Supper Club has a problem with the men's toilet

Anticipation by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox

Castle by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is unexpected architecture in Eerie

Visitor in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

Euclid by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Marshall and Simon investigate strange events at the Eerie Cemetery

The Hut by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo

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