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Many of you may of heard of Mr.Widemouth. There are probably those out there who don't believe in Mr.Widemouth and I don't blame you. I had never heard of a Mr.Widemouth un till I was nine years old.

I was born in New York. My father a wealthy business man, My mother a maid. My father being a business man was always being relocated. I was told never to get attached to any house or any kids at school fore I would most like lee move a short time later. It was the early fall when we moved once again this time to Rode Island. My father use to a wealthy lifestyle always insisted on living in a big fancy home.

We settled for a house on the edge of town. It was a fairly large house as a young boy this occupied my spare time. I would wonder around the yards watching the birds sing and on occasion catching glimpse of a deer.

I was a very ill boy and at times would be bed ridden. My father and mother would leave for work and tell me to stay in bed and rest. Now I hadn't made any friends at school and reading the same book over and over again was getting boring. I begged of my mother to let me go out and play but she always told me to stay in bed. Angry at my mother and bored out of my life I was desperate for a friend.

I was alone one day ridden to my bed I sat talking to my self.

"​ fore I wish I had a friend to talk to"

Much to my surprise a call came from beneath the bed

"Well I can help you with that"

I sat in shock as a figure rose drone beneath the bed. In front of me stood a man. He was a bit chubby, He had pale skin (I assumed from keeping beneath the bed) and a mouth larger than I had ever seen before. His grin stretched from one wear to the other with a row of shiny white teeth.

"My name's Mr.Widemouth."

He said as he stretched out his hand.

Now me being just a child and in desperate need of a friend I reached out my hand and shook Mr.Widemouth's hand and replied:

"My name's Timmy"

"Well Timmy I have been watching you for the past few days and was wondering do you like games?"

Now I was a bright child and paused when he said I have been watching you for awile. Still I pushed this to the back of my life thinking nothing but I finally have someone to play with. I had never really had a friend before.

"Follow me" Mr.Widemouth said

Mr. Widemouth lead me to a part of the house I had never been in. He unlocked the door in the far hall. He smiled as he looked at me and said;

"Jump"

I looked ahead and saw a large opining. I stepped closer and peered down. Being a smart child and seeing no end to the drop I looked at Mr.Widemouth and said;

"No I will not jump"

Mr.Widemouth looked at me. He frowned but only for a second before he smiled again.

"My dear child there is a trampoline at the bottom you will simply bounce back up. I will even jump with you"

Me being a stubborn child replied;

"Then you jump first"

This time Mr.Widemouth was frowning. Not just for a short time he kept frowning.

"Child if I go first it won't be as fun for you"

I looked at Mr.Widemouth who was becoming angry with me. I knew he was lying to me and that if I jumped it would shirley lead me to my death. So I told him;

"No"

Mr.Widemouth's pale face was becoming red with anger. But suddenly he smiled at me. Something about his smile frightened me.

"We will just play tomorrow then"

I followed Mr.Widemouth to my room were he retreated under my bed. But before he did he told me;

"Don't tell anyone I was here you wouldn't want your parents taking away the only friend you have, would you?"

Before I had time to answer his question he had already vanished under the bed. That night at dinner I thought about telling my parents what had happened. But I decided I needed a friend. Unfortunately at the time I was to foolish to notice Mr.Widemouth was in fact not my friend.

It was two days before Mr.Widemouth came back. This time he had a new game for use to play.

"Follow me child into the kitchen fore you will like this new game."

Curious of what this new game could be I followed Mr.Widemouth into the kitchen. Mr.Widemouth headed strait for the knife block. From which he produced the four largest knives we owed. Mr.Widemouth looked at me with a huge grin on his face. This wasn't the grin he had greeted me with. This was the grin he gave me last time when I refused to jump.

"Child I want you to juggle these"

Now being a smart child  and knowing I was not allowed to play with knives I told him;

"Mother says I'm not allowed to play with knives."

Mr.Widemouth only continued to smile as he said

"Well your Mother isn't here she will never know it will be our little secret"

I knew I would shirley cut myself bad if I attempted to juggle knives.

"I will not juggle the knives unless you go first"

Mr.Widemouth was getting very angry as he replied

"Child you must juggle first I already know how. It is time for you to learn"

I became very stubborn and replied

"Definitely not"

Mr.Widemouth was very angry at me. His face was red and his smile turned to a frown. He paused looked at me and said;

"I am verydisappointed"

It had been over a week since I last saw Mr.Widemouth. My father was relocated again and it was our last day in the house. As I packed up my belongings no longer sick and bed ridden Mr.Widemouth approached me.

"Follow me I must show you something before you go"

Knowing of the games we had played before I was hesitant to follow. But my curiosity got the better of me and I followed Mr.Widemouth. He led me to one of the deer trails. Before I became ill I would run along them, but I had never been down this one. We stoped just before the clearing. I was unable to see what was there. Mr.Widemouth said

"I hope some day you will be able to join me and the other children here."

I looked over to were Mr.Widemouth had been and noticed he was gone. I walked back home to finish packing my things.

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It has been 21 years since I had lived in that house. I now realise how foolish I was as a child listing to Mr.Widemouth and his games. I did come back to Rode Island. Just this once. There is one thing I need to clear up before I can forget about this place. Before I can forget about Mr.Widemouth.

I got out of my car and walked over to the old deer trail. I walked along it reaching the clearing I noticed something that I had missed before. A graveyard. It was a small graveyard and as I walked around all 50 graves dating back to the 1930's I realized on thing they were all children.

As I turned to leave I noticed a figure behind one of the graves watching me. The figure I could just make out as a chubby pale man with a grin from ear to ear. The figure smiled and waved.

"Mr.Widemouth" I said under my breath........

Vollka (talk) 06:03, August 25, 2014 (UTC)Collis