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The setting sun cast its final rays of the day at the thin layer of clouds above the Locust Curve subdivision, painting the sky a brilliant collage of pinks and blues. Nights like these were localy called “Odd nights”.

It wasen’t only the beautiful sky that pulled people of Locust Curve from their homes, but many other strange happenings that would make the couple on their afternoon walk, or the young kid walking his dog say “Well, that’s odd…”

On these “Odd nights”, many odd things would occur. The smell of freshly bloomed lylac would always be wafting under your nose, even when the bush was nowhere in sight. Cats could be seen laying fearlessly on the side walks, all either jet black, or pearl white.

Even more odd, green balloons would appear bouncing in the wind, tied to the highest branches of trees, unreachable without a fire truck. But the oddest of all, was that if it was quiet enough, anywhere you went you could barley hear a cheerful violen and cello duet playing along with the crickets.