The Yellow Wood


There was an old grumpkin who lived by a seldom used path in the woods. He had grown tired and lonely from his days grabbing people by the neck, twisting their heads off, and drinking their blood that comes steaming out of the stump that is left between their shoulders. One day when he was more lonely than hungry, he sat in the pile of bones and bits of rotting flesh near the mouth of his cave and heard the voice of a young woman walking the path that draws near. The grumpkin stalked quietly and hid behind the bushes where he could get a better look. He had seldom known the folk, who sometimes walked this path, to speak in any more than mere whispers, so he simply waited and watched as the two figures came into range as his eyes slowly adjusted to the blinding light of day…

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