I was born and raised in Willoughby and wouldn’t think of leaving. My job is really important. I work in a band playing nineteenth century music to entertain tourists who come here wanting to escape their dull ordinary lives. Harried city slickers regularly visit to listen to authentic versions of songs like “When Johnny Comes Marching Home” and “Oh My Darling Clementine”.
Beware of one thing, though, if you dare visit. Our village is perhaps too authentically anachronistic. Some poor souls plum forget that it’s all in illusion. Willoughby plays nasty tricks on them. Think twice before coming here.
Nice story! I’d certainly like to visit a town like that.
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Be careful though. You might be too enchanted for it
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I should have said ..by it
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Wow, good story but creepy. Don’t think I would like that town but you write a great story! Nan
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Thanks Nan. Do you recognize where it comes from?
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I can’t help but wonder what are the nasty tricks that Willoughby plays? It leaves me wanting more: it’s got to be good.
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It’s a dangerous plays because it’s so nice
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Now that sounds mysterious. It’s all an illusion? You set it up well with the old time images, but the ending is creepy.
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Thanks. No good ever comes from a place like Willoughby
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Never judge a town by its songs.
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They’re nice but old. It’s an anachronistic town that tends not to let one move out once he’s moved in
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This sounds like a different genre than many of your past stories, Larry. It’s a bit Twilight Zonish. Well done though. Some people might enjoy going back and living there. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. It’s Directly mooched from a most famous Twilight Zone episode..
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I have goosebumps! This could be a trailer for a very tense thriller or horror… Well told
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Thanks. Did you recognize where it comes from?
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