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Hernoise, created by the ferocious wind howling through the leaves and branches high above

At least now you knohy they call it the haunted woods, Amelia thou

ght with a shiver

“Great, spook yourself why don’t you!” she snapped aloud, when the cracking of a branch beneath her feet made her squeal in alarm

With fear nipping at her heels, she broke into a run

It seee before she finally saw the thin roadthe end of her journey

“Ooround was accoround with a thud

Stunned, she lay face-down in the dirt for several , she peered through the gloo on Whatever it was certainly hadn’t been there at dahen she had left for work

Quickly drawing her legs upwards and off the luns of anyone who

Desperate to find so the floor in wider circles until she found her precious lantern She didn’t knohy she was so eager to retrieve it now With the winds being so high it was practically useless, but siree of coh the driving rain towards the luh to protect herself There was so alarm bells within her

Giving herself a stern shake, she beca increasingly soaked to the skin Her fingers were already nu, drawing the last vestige of warer, she would catch a chill and that would be a dire circumstance indeed

Get yourself together, A a deep breath, Aered over to thewithin her urged her to turn and run home To lock and bar the door behind her, and wait until Sir Hubert came to see where she was Probably sometime tomorrow, if she was lucky

Coht knowing that this thing, whatever it as out there? Lurking Well, not exactly lurking, but outside of her cottage nonetheless It certainly wasn’t a newly fallen branch It was too big Besides, there were no leaves on it Unless she was very much mistaken, it was clothed

Another nudge The luainst her foot

With shaking hands, Ahter, and bent over the mound