Friday, July 29, 2011

Everyone had an agenda...


Making potions, self-adhesive hexes and macramé birds had become something of a cottage industry in the Haunted Wood. Once the villagers believed there was No Such Thing As Ghosts, and that the howling of the dead was the product of wind whistling through rock formations and trees, and that the visions of the deceased they were met with were simply from the toxic swamp fumes, they came to the Wood all the time, for quaint picnics and such. And so the witches set out to earn some money from the tourists. It worked well, till the phantasmagoria wanted their cut.

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