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Tim Primm was a young man living in a small 

town called Mame. Mame was a small village 

filled with a happy, and humble people. Young 

Tim lived with his family of four; including 

Mummy, Daddy, and his little old Grandma 

Sue. Tim loved his Grandma, as she taught 

him everything he knows now.

Sue told little Tim stories about the beautiful, 

yet scary, world beyond the walls of the town. 

The old king of Mame built this wall to protect 

the people of Mame from the Hill People. The 

Hill People were a deviant, evil creatures that 

sought nothing but destruction and the demise 

of others.

One day little Primm head out to explore the 

wall with his friend Eve. Eve and little Tim had 

long been friends, and they’ve always loved 

exploring their surroundings, and learning 

more about them. While Eve and Tim were 

playing around the wall, they suddenly stopped 

to the sound of a slow, eerie knock on the little 

door of Mame Town. They knew the rules, they 

knew they were to never leave the town, or 

open the door to anyone. Ever!

Tim told eve to ignore the knock, and to go 

back home ,and tell someone about the 

strange knock on the town door. As Tim and 

Eve had started to sprint away they were 

startled yet again, by the voice of an old man. 

“Hello. Is anyone there. Would you help a lost 

old man?” Said the voice from behind the door. 

“Hel..llo?” said Tim, with a shiver in his voice. 

“Please let me in little man. I am lost, old and 

hungry. I don’t how much longer I can stay out 

here.” Said the old man.

“I am sorry, sir. I am forbidden from letting 

anyone in, or opening the door.” Tim said and 

quickly tried to storm away. Suddenly, Tim 

had a recollection. “My grandmother always 

told me help those in need of help, and to 

never leave someone stranded, and in 

trouble.” Tim thought to himself. Tim came 

back and sat by the door. “Hello?” said the old 

man again. “I am sorry for leaving you out 

there sir, for it’s a strange and scary world out 

there.” Replied Tim.

 “I understand, son. I am afraid I don’t have 

much to prove the integrity of my intentions 

through this door.” The old man said “but I get 

the distinct feeling that you know better then 

to leave an old man alone, out here.”

Tim knew what he had to do. Tim looked 

around, and made sure no one was in sight, 

for he had felt bad and opened the door for the 

poor old man. Tim took the old man to the 

house where he, and his family took good care 

of the strange old man. The old man was 

feeling better and slowly regained his health, 

energy to live and move on from Mame town.

Before leaving, the old man looked at Tim one last time, 

and whispered “Tim, the fait of all these people lies in 

your hands.” Tim was shaken by this news, confused, 

but how many times he asked the old, the old man 

would not answer him back, for he was already on his 

way.

Tim pondered what this could possibly mean, but it did 

not make any relevant sense. Tim had thought about it 

so much, he fell asleep on the chair in his garden, just 

thinking about it. Tim starts to sweat and moan, and 

quake. When Tim had awoken, he saw to his surprise, 

Eve. Confused as to what had happened Eve asked Tim 

what had gone on, and why he looked as if he’d seen a 

ghost.

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