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“I don’t know what is out there my dear”, said the old woman with a hoarse voice, “but no longer do I tarry in the woods after dark”. She took the tea that she had boiled over the fire and poured it into two small cups which already contained tea leaves.
“I am sorry I did not open the door when you knocked the first time, I was sleeping and I am somewhat deaf these days”
Strictz recounted to the old woman why he was in the forest, why he had mistook the day passing, focussed on picking the berries that fed his family, the price of which was worth more than gold in the Town.
There was a knock on the door, loud and rhythmic as though coded in some way.
“That will be my children returning” said the old woman, as she opened the door to her hut.
A tall human-like figure stood at the door, covered on all sides by similar figures.
“Come in my dears” said the old woman menacingly, “there is someone here you should meet.....”
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The wind gusted through the boughs of the forest until dying down in the middle of the night.
No sound could be heard from the Haunted Wood
TO BE CONTINUED………
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