• It was a summer night, there was a horrible storm out, and Josh Patrick sat in the attic of a lodge in wich the owners did not know he lived. Josh was a very poor boy, he had no family, and his only posetions were an old and torn tan tee-shirt, a pair of horribly tattered jeans, and a black and orange scarf. Josh shivered and pulled the scarf tighter around his neck. He stared out the window at the lighting wich was making the room, wich was poorly lit by a single candlabra, randomly flash a bright white. He knew he didn't belong here, and he couldn't stand to stay. He rumaged threw the boxes that filled the attic until he found an old drawstring leather bag, he filled it with things he may need: matches, blanket, and a deck of cards and left (luckily the owners weren't home). He ran, and ran, and ran through the storm, he ran until he felt like his feet would fall off. At that point he was in a thick woods. Nobody ever saw him after that, but a few weeks later the police found all that was left of Josh Patrick, they found a black and orange scarf lying next to a tree and an old leather drawstring bag hanging from one of the branches.