Natalie Foster
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Legends Are True
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was well-known that the tragedy that had taken place there was fit enough to ward off even the most depraved sorts of vagabonds or rouges, so the townsfolk knew there was no reason for anyone to be afoot inside, and most especially not on a night like this. Yet there it was, burning, signaling the light of a stranger and sounding a whispering drone of alarm in Hollow Falls. Cam Burden, a strapping young man who had always had a penchant for gossip, was apparently the first to see it. He came, dripping of sleet and looking a bit disheveled, out of the biting wind and into the Goat’s Hoof, the local Inn’s brewpub. It was round seven o’clock, when the dinner rush had died down and the place had already emptied of most women and children.
By Natalie Foster2 years ago in Horror