GLoG 93: Something something something babies

[Reinholdt]

[The Spooky Tree]

In the dead of night, under the nearly dead tree, stood a most dreadful and abhorrent monster. Shadows licked its vaguely human-ish form as it buried itself in the frozen bosom of darkness. Very little could be seen under the black cloak which obscured all but the empty voids that served as its eyes. Mistaking this abomination for a mere eleven year old girl would truly be disastrous for whomever chooses to flit along the edge of tragedy.

Said frightful wretch much preferred the shade the paler half of time provided, though not necessarily the chill which followed the atrocious figure, clinging to it like dew to a flower. It's hard to say where this decrepit tree came from in an otherwise lush campsite, nor why it was night in this one area so often, as if reality were being bent, broken, remade, reforged at the whim of this unspeakable evil. Twas better not to question the dreadful influence this beast was having, lest one invite it into their mind to devour a person's sanity from within.

Rather one would be more inclined to note that this cretin has shown up at this spot regularly, every day, for two years, going on three, staring forlornly out at the path that winds up to the camp. For that is the direction in which her father left.

And he would be back.

Any day now.