Full Moon Over Faulconbridge

Robyn Treadwell
Investigative Reporter

The Blue Mountains west of Sydney are rife with dark mysteries and terrible secrets. I am on the trail of attempted murder, power-hungry madness, and oddly-formed humans. It?s a bit too much for me to comprehend. There are also stories of semi-sentient strawberries attacking innocent shoppers, even a were-kangaroo. If I was not the factual and empirical reporter that I am, I would say these were pure fiction. I have pictures to prove most of these allegations. But I must admit that icy fear is pulsing through my veins. I am often terrified to leave my room.

Mr. Thack
Blue Mountains Weekly

No, we have no idea what this Treadwell Reporter is talking about. I don?t know nothing about a Mad Monk, or a Death Train run by Dave Kelly. It?s just silly superstition, knock on wood. No, I think it?s some kind of fog stuff that the residents near the Corridor of Oaks saw, not any ghosts. Yea, it does get a little funny around here come full moon. Cheers.
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Robyn Treadwell Investigative Reporter The Blue Mountains west of Sydney are rife with dark mysteries and terrible secrets. I am on the trail of attempted murder, power-hungry madness, and oddly-formed humans. It?s a bit too much for me to comprehend. There are also stories of semi-sentient strawberries attacking innocent shoppers, even a were-kangaroo. If I was not the factual and empirical reporter that I am, I would say these were pure fiction. I have pictures to prove most of these allegations. But I must admit that icy fear is pulsing through my veins. I am often terrified to leave my room. Mr. Thack Blue Mountains Weekly No, we have no idea what this Treadwell Reporter is talking about. I don?t know nothing about a Mad Monk, or a Death Train run by Dave Kelly. It?s just... Show full description