July 1978

The crooked old lady hobbles up the winding path that leads to a huge house. It's not a mansion of any description but it's considerably larger than your average dwelling.
Her face old and haggard, her nose hooked and her eyes deep set but knowing. She squints her good eye, the right one, as the morning sun rises. The other nothing but a white, slightly greying orb in her socket.

With one hand she pulls a shopping trolley. It contains amongst other things, items that she's crafted with her wrinkled, aged hands. And in the other a cane, carved from hazel wood.
She swivels her head like an owl as she examines the immaculately kept garden, with its fountain and many ornate objects of animals and quaint little houses. She knows the exact item to try to peddle here.

A dog barks as she knocks the door with the deer antlers that adorn the head of her cane.

A greying gentlemen answers the door while trying to keep the excited dog at bay.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Hello my dear. Would you be interested in buying my wares so I may eat today?" she asked.

"No. I'm sorry, I'm just not interested," he replied.

"But sir, you haven't even seen what I have," she answered back pulling rabbits feet and heather out of her trolley.

"No! Sorry!" he snaps and tries to slam the door. The gypsy woman puts her foot in the doorway and stops it.

"How about this then? This will fit right in with your garden." She offers him a elderly looking garden gnome.

"I've tried being polite, now piss off and take your stinking, filthy smell with you!" he snarled. "Now kindly remove your foot!"
She moves her foot and he slams the door.

"Bah! Well I'll leave it anyway, and an extra something for being so rude!" said the old woman to herself as she put the gnome on to the doorstep. She held her hands over the gnome whispering in a foreign tongue. She started to shake, the gnome started quivering, only a little at first then more violently before stopping.
She walked back down the path annoyed at the non sale and continued muttering curses as she went.

August 1979

"Woof! Woof!"

"Mark! That damn dog of yours is barking again, come let him out."

"Ok Dad," Mark hollered back.

Mark took the stairs two at at time and opened the front door. It was late in the evening, past dusk and growing darker by the minute.

"Out ya go Bobby and don't go bothering Grandpa Gnome." He shut the door and went back to watch the game on TV.

Bobby for some reason or another hadn't taken to the concrete ornament at all. Every time he went near it, which wasn't very often , he would bark and growl.
He scampered out into the front garden and sniffed around for a while, following trails of cats and other animals of a nocturnal nature.
Scattered around the garden were various ornaments and other gnomes, that had been collected by Don and his wife, on their many excursions since Grandpa Gnomes arrival.

One by one Bobby paid the garden accessories a visit and each one received a spray or two as he cocked his leg.
He paid special attention to Grandpa Gnome and made sure he'd got enough left in the tank to give him a good dousing. As he turned, his backside knocked Grandpa gnome off the little brick wall and he smashed to smithereens as he landed on to the paved area below. This released the curse of the gypsy woman and gave life to the other gnomes and garden ornaments.

The curse immediately kicked in and made the gnomes want to take revenge, primarily for the treatment of the gypsy woman from the owner and on Bobby for smashing Grandpa Gnome and peeing on them a number of times.

Beady, evil little eyes watched Bobby as he trotted back in the direction of the house, feeling pleased with himself, a cocky little bounce with each stride.
A high pitched shriek of defiance stopped him in his tracks as a pitchfork penetrated his back end and sunk in so far it went into his hind legs. The bones crunched and splintered and blood ran down the dogs legs. Yelping, he dragged himself towards the safety of the house but a rake pierced into the back of his neck and pulled the skin back a few inches before becoming wedged in his shoulders.

The gnomes descended on the dog. Bobby's growling and snarling didn't put the gnomes off and they managed to put a fertiliser bag over his head. His whimpers muffled as circling him they stabbed him from head to toe with various implements they had taken from the garden shed. A pitiful cry for help escaped him each time the evil gnomes punctured his torso.
Bobby's life slipped away but the gnomes continued their relentless torture.

After removing the bag they took it in turns extracting all the dogs teeth. Two more gnomes cut off his ears and nose, cackling hysterically as they did so. With hunting knives they skinned Bobby from where the rake had peeled his skin and fur back and then proceeded to cut off his genitals.
Revenge for Grandpa Gnome had only just begun. The home owner and his family would all feel the wrath as the gnomes now blamed them for having the dumb animal in the first place.

Between them they dragged the bleeding carcass nearer to the house and after taking up their hiding spots, one of the gnomes stepped forward and rapped loudly on the front door.

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