Go to the stranger
You decide the haggard old figure looked safe enough and walk over to
it. Upon ambling closer you notice some of the figures features. You
are able to distinguish that it is a woman, old and shriveled, like a
prune. She had a long hooded cloak draped over her shoulders and a
wicked grin printed all over her ghastly features. Her cloak was torn
and tattered and in the light you could make out a walking stick. An
odd smell like rotting flesh came from within her cloak. You grimace.
She seemed friendly enough, but something told you to be weary. “Good
evening my child” she croaked hoarsely. “I’ve been waiting for you,
come don’t be afraid.” A foul stench filled the air, but strangely you
were lulled by her words and all thoughts of caution left you.
Suddenly a voice spoke up that you didn’t recognize, before you
realized it was your own. “Yes master,” it
said…
