13 May Sire
Posted at 12:05h
in Children and Childhood, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Fantasy, Illness and Injuries, Magic, Witchcraft, and the Occult, Rites and Rituals 1 Comment
I keep hearing them crackling; I can’t see them, but I hear them. At first, I thought it was just a distant wolf howling or my imagination playing up, but now I’m certain that they’re here — somewhere amid the trees — maybe watching me,...