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It was a clear crisp morning around 
11 am or so konw one could be seen for miles 
There was a diner sign hanging off it's post and 
blinking from a shortage in the wires behind 
the diner were lot's of houses I got the strangest 
feeling I was alone in this town because for some 

reason all homes seemed empty I mean no one 
could be home in the dark well not everyone in 
the town I thought I was in some horror novel 
with out a new script I looked and listened I felt 
like I was losing my mind it was so quiet but in 
the darkness and soundless town I heard a noise 

I followed it in the shadows it was a kid a little 
boy he was hiding behind a street lantern he 
looked as if he couldn't speak so I finally yelled 
hey hey hey hey! before the last echoe of hey 
could sound lights came on in each house one 
after the other I started to run to the first house 

in my path which was a small grey house made 
of stone different kinds of stones like they were 
placed there and not built I could see that the 
lights were on but the windows covered in dust 
so I wiped a circle on the side window the circle 
was the size of my face I then peeked inside I 

could feel someone was breathing on my neck 
I turned in complete fear it was a little old lady 
I breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't a serial 
killer or worst a ghost behind her tugging at 
her dress was the little boy I'd seen him earlier 
she said to me in a soft gentle tone voice why 

my stars young lady do you have any idea where 
you are I said in my trembling voice no ma'am 
my car broke down a little ways down the road 
the only thing I learned about this town is that 
I can hear my echoe extremely clear out here 
the boy looked up at the woman the old woman 

smiled and asked me would I like to come in 
for a cup of tea I said sure she led me in the 
house first looking down at the boy as to comfort 
him while she visited with me we talked for awhile 
she showed me pictures in side he held his head 
down and a tear rolled down his face she began 

telling me about a legend in echoe village she 
said there was an explanation of the name and 
that it wasn't a coincidence that echoes are louder 
here she whispered to me that the boy lost his 
parents to the legend they just couldn't stop 
snooping thier echoes are still heard here but 

they haven't been seen since that faithful night 
when they discovered the legend I asked what 
the hell is the legend she softly held my hand 
and warned me to stay away from the villagers 
it is said that who so ever yell in the village that 
thier voice will remain an echoe forever later that 

day we went into town people were shopping 
walking riding bikes and waving at first I didn't 
think anything of it before the sun went down 
I said goodbye and thanked the woman as I was 
leaving I remembered that I haven't heard anyone 
speak in the town except for the old woman I 

walked for a while it was starting to get dark I 
was afraid that I would never get to my city before 
I knew it I had wandered exactly where the woman 
warned me not too it began to get darker even faster 
I knew I was lost again nothing was familiar I was 
lost forsure it was getting to feel real strange because 

I began hearing voices but I saw no one so I yelled 
in the biggest voice ever I wanted to be heard all 
over town I yelled even screamed louder hey hey 
hey hey all of a sudden my echoe wouldn't stop 
others joined in hey hey hey hey help help help 
the voices were louder I had to cover my ears 
I felt my mouth moving but nothing would come 
out I was scared I knew my voice was now trapped 
with all the other voices in echoe village and that 
it would remain there forever

This was written for all my children 
I often wrote children books for them to 
keep them quiet while I wrote raising a big 
family can be quite loud we had fun telling 
folklore this one was one of my favorites 
to this day my children and grandchildren 
begs me please please to read echoe village 
amazing how quiet the house became allowed 
me to breathe and just have a cup a of tea 
during nap time written three decades 
ago during tropical storm jerry ..
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