The Strange City

Today as we were making our way to the south, we came upon a great city. Even though it had been abandoned long ago, you could see that many people had lived there. There were the remains of bodies scattered through out the city. Every now and then we caught a glimpse of a shining white bone coming out of the soil. Everywhere we looked we saw fallen over trees and vegetation growing on the walls of buildings. There were many shops and we ventured in to many of them. Inside we saw boxes that used to hold goods such as fruits and vegetables. In some shops there were still dummies with ancient cloth hanging from their bodies. While Henry and Beanpole, a boy our age that we met along our way, was in a different shop I found a shop where there were many shiny chains with things hanging from them and an assortment of rings and many different watches. I decided not to tell them about it and picked out a watch for myself. It fit to the size of your hand, so anyone could wear it.

Once Beanpole found a tunnel leading down and went inside. There was a sign that said metro, whatever that is, hanging from the opening. As we ventured inside, the larger tunnel broke into smaller ones. As we were going down a smaller tunnel, that led off the main one, Beanpole stopped abruptly. In front of us was a large metal machine that looked like a Schmadd-Fair, a machine that ran on rails and were drawn by horses. Inside were seats for passengers and a space for cargo, so this carried goods and people. There was also metal eggs that exploded with a bang when you pulled a ring on the top. Along those was a thing with metal barrels and a metal finger in a semi-circle. Beanpole was a scientist and thought that this machine was like the Schmadd-Fair, but instead of being pulled by horses it was pulled by a big kettle of some sort.

After quite a while we came upon a monstrous church. On it were flying buttresses and strange creatures that seemed to stare upon you. It was quite a feast for our eyes. As night approached we started to seek for shelter. We then found a house that was on a higher level, so nothing would come in. There was a picture of a beautiful lady hanging on the wall and we supposed that she once lived here. Among some other items were a piano and a chess set. The next day it rained, so we stayed inside and played some games of chess. Henry tried to defeat Beanpole, but had no success. I tried and had similar results. I then challenged Henry to a match because I thought I had done better against Beanpole than he. In about twenty moves he defeated me, and I was angry. For the rest of the day I was in a grouchy mood and didn't have much of an appetite either. I eventually fell asleep feeling sick, but didn't think much about it, and that night I swear I hear phantom music coming from that piano.