I, shall be Fred! To give the story a subplot! Fred dressed as... a T-Rex! AHAHA!
Fred sat at the asylum, everyone was willing to split taxi fare... if they found a way off this accursed isle.
"Another halloween on a barren island with ex-mental patients..." said Fred patiently awaiting for the usual kids who came to the asylum as part of the halloween "rumor" of an asylum across the lake.
Also the "proad" thing is called a pitchfork.
I'm done putting links in my signature because every time I do it just links to some old crap I've long since stopped updating.