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%\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{\includegraphics[width=\textwidth]{art/Discount_Bees-The_Barn.jpg}}
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\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{art/Discount_Bees-The_Barn.jpg}
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\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
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\chapter{The Barn}
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The barn had stood for one hundred years and had been abandoned since
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the horrid tragedy that had happened there ninety-nine years ago.
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Jonathan Edwards leaned the pitchfork against the hay and wiped the
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sweat from his brow. The summer of 1891. Jonathan was a hard working
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farmer of rural Wisconsin and had been all of his life. He liked to
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work. His doctors had told him to watch the work because of his heart,
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but Jonathan ignored the warning and just kept on with the farmer's
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terribly hard work.
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Jonathan worked his way up to the hay mow and sat down when he reached
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the top. Movement caught his eye and by reflex his neck turned. It was
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Jonathan's son, Billy.
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``Hi, Daddy,'' Billy smiled.
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``Hi there, Squirt, wanna help me?''
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``Ya,'' Billy said with an enthusiastic smile.
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Billy was five and his dad was his biggest hero.
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The young boy walked to the specially made staircase that his father had
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made for him and began to walk up. Jonathan put a hand out to assist
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Billy but was suddenly overtaken by chest pain. A heart attack had a
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hold of Jonathan. Billy's smile quickly turned to a frown as he heard
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his father's shoulder snap and crack with the impact on the rim and
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ledge of the mow and staircase. Billy's neck exploded with blood vessels
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popping out.as he screamed for his father. In a matter of seconds,
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Billy's dad would be killed as he fell on the upturned pitchfork.
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``Dad!'' Billy screamed again.
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This couldn't be happening. Jonathan twisted in the air as he fell,
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falling with his back to the ground.
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``Son,'' he choked in the air.
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His arm was outstretched as if to block the sight that would take away
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Billy's innocence.
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Jonathan landed on the pitchfork with a terrible force and made a
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grotesque sound that would make his son puke. Four small rusted spikes
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tore up through Jonathan's chest. Jonathan's overalls began to turn rust
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with the presence of gushing blood. Jonathan's arms moved back and forth
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as he was suspended a pitchfork's height off the ground, making it sway
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forward. Jonathan's feet hit the ground at a diagonal angle but had no
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muscle in them---there was too much pain. Jonathan felt his buttocks hit
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the floor next, shifting the pitchfork inside of him to tear more organs
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and tissue. It made a terrible sound that resembled a burp. Jonathan
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arched his neck to look at his boy and opened his mouth as to say
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something. His larynx was interrupted from making any vibrations as a
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waterfall of blood lifted through it and out Jonathan's mouth.
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Billy felt his stomach tighten and push. Putrid smelling vomit emitted
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from the boy's mouth and nose into the air toward the wriggling man on
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the ground below. It splattered on the chest of the dying man and mixed
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in with the blood with the stench of death.
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Billy was later found insane. Two months later, he was found hanging.
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\illustration{necroid}{Putrid smelling vomit emitted\ldots}{art/necroid-putrid_smelling_vomit.jpg}
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