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'''{{Note|FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW, THIS IS A PARODY OF THE FAMOUS CREEPYPASTA "1999".''' THIS STORY IS NOT DONE, DO NOT EDIT!}}
 
'''"The year is eighteen-ninety-nine."'''
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And it all started with a section in a library.
 
[[File:Library.png|thumb|220x220px|The library.]]At the time, books were the latest fad to hit my class. In their spare time, whenever my classmates weren't chopping wood, they would take out their books and read until they had work to do again. encyclopaedias, biographies fiction books and historical fiction books, and, the most popular, books starring the famous explorer Utah McLaren. So of course, when I came home from school, I would go to my room and stay glued to books about him for about an hour, which was when supper (mainly consisting of deer and bread), was ready. The only problem was that you couldn't read that many Utah McLaren books in an hour, something I whined on and on about. My parents, and probably, the whole town, got tired of hearing me complain every day, which is probably why they built a library downtown.
 
The library was right in the middle of town, where the old general store used to be. Unfortunately, It was just a real small one and only had a couple sections of books, with none starring Utah McLaren. I didn't care, though, I was just thrilled that my town got its own library. After looking at the sections several times, I came to the conclusion that the library only has 5,000 books, about half the size of an average library, and had only a couple hundred that were worth reading, so I checked out about twenty of those and read those for a while. It wasn't for a few months before I discovered a new section in the library.
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When I got home, I plopped all the Utah McLaren books on my bed and started to read the fox book. I opened up to the first page. Blank. I flipped to the next. Blank. I flipped all the way to page number five. There was a small, folded piece of paper there. I grabbed the piece of paper and opened it. It had something scribbled on it in pen. The handwriting was extremely poor and lacked proper grammar. I thought it was just a bookmark or something a kid had left in the book by mistake. I threw it away.
[[File:C9P0770C.JPG|thumb|347x347px|A picture of one of the blank pages.]]
 
I shouldn't had done that.
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Reading it was a big mistake.
[[File:Fox News-2.svg.png|thumb|220x220px|A picture of Mister Fox.]]
 
The story was about a fox that lived in a tool shed in the countryside who often had visits from kids. Usually, during the visit, they would either play tag, read books, or sometimes do acts that are illegal now. The whole story seemed nice, even though it had horrible spelling and grammar. There was just one thing, though. At the end of the story and all the other stories that were in the book, they all ended the same way: Mister Fox and the kid digging a hole in the field that surrounded the shed.
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'''NOVEMBER 23, 1899'''
[[File:5654060665 9a74c7ecd8 z.jpg|thumb|220x220px|The hut Mister Fox lived in in the stories.]]
 
162 Pine Street, Irish Springs, MO, 63959.
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And then a skeleton popped out.
 
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-Fr0gers
 
(Thanks to whoever wrote "1999")
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