Billy the Miner walked down the dank, dark and dreary tunnels of Camden Mines, Looking for Gold, Silver and other goodies. He found a good healthy vein of iron, and rubbed his hands in glee, and got to work, striking the vein, following the imagined mini game in his head. When he heard muttering, and scraping, like chains being dragged along the floor of the mines, he looked up distractedly. What he saw, made him scream like a little girl and run for the exit of the tunnel, But, He never made it to the exit … No-body saw Billy the Miner again. Jarrod, Billy’s younger brother, knew where Billy had gone, and so he went to the Camden Mines as well, with a pickaxe and a lantern, to try and find his brother, and some metals for his forge. Jarrod made his way down the twisting tunnels, until he found the tools dropped by an Iron node, he paused, tilted his head to the side in interest, there was no body, no blood stain … Nothing to indicate his brother had been down here, except for the tools. The tools had Jarrod’s mark on the handle, there was no mistaking it, so, Jarrod set down his lantern, and picked up the pickaxe, and got to work on the node, following the imagined mini game in his head, Jarrod froze, sometime later, listening, there was a wailing, a warning, a scream to ‘RUN YOU IDJIT!’ Jarrod spun around, and before him, moaning and shambling along, was a ghost, wrapped in Iron chains, dressed like a miner from a few twenty or so years, the skin looked black as night, and behind the ghost, running in slow motion, was Billy, still trying to flee the spectre, or distract it, Jarrod cried out, spun around, and ran as fast as he could. And just before he hit the exit, he vanished. 

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