The neighbourhood was known for having a reputation as one of clean living, people were always out jogging and eating right, no overweight people existed here, it was like all the men and women that had below 10% body fat were all transported here. If you lit up a cigarette you would get the evil look as if you were a convicted paedophile that just got out after serving their time. The bar was a place to be only enjoyed at special occasions and not one to be taken advantage of. It seemed as if on every row of houses there was a doctor of some sort and a lawyer. Most "normal" everyday jobs for the common folk was frowned upon and every car looked straight out of "Car and Driver" monthly magazine.
While out jogging in the evening one of the men that lived here suddenly dropped to his knees, clutching his chest, by the time that help arrived at the scene he had died - Heart attack. The man was known as the fittest guy in the neighborhood. He won multi triathlons and cross country races, in-fact, it was only a week before his death that he won his last race!! No doctors were able to understand why this man who was simply out on a light jog, listening to some music had dropped over his heart giving out, it didn't make any medical sense at all.
Three days later, a woman was out on her front porch sitting down enjoying a glass of fine wine while listening to her favorite radio channel on her phone when she started to get short of breath which was followed by extensive coughing of blood. Within minutes she was lying on her porch dead, she had a major pulmonary embolism. Doctors again were bewildered at this, her lungs suddenly went from being clean to that of someone that smoked 60 cigarettes a day. She was known for her hatred of smoking since her sister passed away from them when she was a young adult and ever since then she had put on many anti-smoking campaigns.
The start of the following week came around and while at the gym a young man had a serious stroke and never recovered, dying minutes later as a result. He was a dedicated gym-goer, his face was on every poster around here as the man with the biggest muscles in town. At the time of his stroke he had gained 300 pounds in a matter of seconds. A day after this and the strange deaths continued; an older lady who was a total teetotal, drink never crossed her lips but yet she had died from liver failure while driving along in her car. It was similar to someone who had drank heavily all their life, another unexplained death.
Over the next few days these unusual deaths showed no signs of stopping; A person who didn't have high blood pressure died due to a brain aneurysm while cleaning her home, another died at work from the acute stress problems but she was a highly educated practitioner in meditation and healing therapies mainly focusing on getting rid of harmful toxins and stress from the body. There was a serious unidentifiable problem happening in this neighborhood.
After the two weeks ended so did the strange deaths, it was like mist had cleared and everything was back to normal. People got back to living their normal lives, putting the memories of the two weeks of that faithful spring down to some strange coincidence that happens once every few thousand years but unbeknownst to them it wasn't every few thousand years as the next Spring that rolled around these deaths came back and continued to do so every Spring after that until everyone either died or fled the neighborhood.
It remained closed off to the public for many years but soon enough it was advertised as a haunted area and was used a way to make money. Guided tours and phony merchandise based on no element of the truth was sold here, natural human greed took over. It became a landmark, something people travelled far and wide to see - The haunted Neighbourhood of Timeston City as it was now known as. People became less interested in finding out the true secret of what happened here but instead they were more focused in taking a selfie here.
As with all the unusual deaths that took place over the years here, there was one common denominator - they were all listening to the new local radio station on 66.6 FM , it was a frequency controlled by a nasty plague demon that travelled from town to town interrupting the channel when people were listening to it and whispering their ironic deaths to them right before it happened. The irony of the deaths were just for its own kicks. When people were all gone from the small town it inhabited, it then moved on to find the next place to plague of all good.
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