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Tuesday 17 January 2023

Hoarder of the Unspoken Words

When you step inside the damp, dark forest and walk straight for about a mile; you will come acrose a cave made of solid granite. If you dare step inside; you will have two tunnels to choose from. If you go to the right one, you will fall to your death over a steep cliff. If you go to your left you will enter an open, hollow space.

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You will probably fall dead when you see the crumpled figure in front of you, but if you don’t you will be able to cast your eyes upon the lady’s face. She will give you a toothless smile. You will ignore her and look around the small cave. Will you will notice are many shelves, and thousands of jars piled on those shelves. Then maybe, if you have a keen eye, you would notice that inside the jars, small entities whizz around.

The old hag would take one step closer. You won’t notice her, because you are in awe at the contents of the small cave. The old lady will promptly topple you over. She will bend down and inhale your soul. Your voice will soon follow your soul. You will die instantly, and the lady will place your voice and soul in an empty jar.

Possibilities

1 When unlucky visitors like you stumble upon the old hag’s cottage, she grabs you, sucks out your soul and your voice, and places them in a jar. It is said that only one person has ever escaped from the witch. Nobody knows for sure why the old thing collects people’s souls and voices, but some people say that she never had her own soul or voice, so she doesn’t want others to have some either.

2 The old hag is just a hallucination of the mind. After wandering for about an hour in the forest, most people are so used to the damp darkness that they start having crazy illusions. Humans shouldn’t be in pitch dark with their eyes open for more than an hour, so it is very possible that this is the case. The hallucination is probably very strong, so the people who see it die.

3 The witch is just a made-up story.

© Sakuni Egodawatte

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