Nozgoth 2901 Share Posted June 3, 2020 (edited) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pC1gJKzhU_M Strange Folk are Amidst us... - A gloomy village - “Beware, for strange folk have been seen lurking at night. They stay to the shadows, out o’ sight. Strange folk and creepers, cloaked in black wear. Do not exchange glances, for they have an entrancing glare.” said the man outside the tavern, standing in the mud. Rain poured upon the gritty village, perhaps God punishing with a flood. His sorry excuse for a beard, decayed to frayed strands of white. The man was clearly unprepared for such weather, his leather coat covering his stained and rag-reduced shirt, buttons missing and holes here and there. Life was hardly fair, for the man. Perhaps it was in his attempt to catch the attention of any passerby who entered the tavern. Was he telling the truth? Or has his deranged mind reduced into a deceitful chasm. The man continued to warn them of strange folk amidst- yet nobody seemed interested, the man would persist. “Beware, beware, for strange folk do not reason. I don’t know what they want, though surely it’s treason.” cried the man, his sorrowful voice unheard as the rain pelted louder. “Please, please, I implore you to listen. They defile everything that God has given!” shouted the man once more, yet someone betrayed him- was it the God he once adored? Three cloaked men posted themselves up against the street corner, setting their mysterious gaze upon the warner. The group marched forth toward the man without a word, curling their gloved digits upon his throat before he had time to escape. They strangled him in the street, passerbys not seeming to notice- and before long, his body was stuffed in a bag and the group of strange folk had scurried off. “Strange folk are amidst us, do not be foolish. Lock your doors and close the blinds. Board the windows, turn off the lights.” bellowed the moon of tonight’s. It’s form was whole, it’s glow shining unusually bright. “Strange folk will come out this night.” murmured one in the tavern. “The moon is rarely whole, not like this. You may be right.” replied another. “We’d best listen to the beckoning of the moon” thought the tavernkeep in his mind, and so he boarded the door shut before moving around to each window- closing the blinds. The rest of the tavern grew quiet as they watched the tavernkeep secure them, no more cheering and laughing, dancing and singing... no no, for tonight belonged to the strange folk. Shortly after the tavern fell silent, an eerie tapping could be heard emanating from the windows. “Blast it! I forgot to put out the lights!” shrieked the tavernkeep with an uneasy voice, a shiver ran down his spine accompanied by an audible shudder. When suddenly, the candle lights and the hearth flickered out as a chilling wind rushed through the dank tavern. Though this was no ordinary gust of wind, for it had a voice, “Beware of the strange folk” whispered the wind in a shrill tone. “Let this be a lesson, to cower in fear when the moon is full. Strange folk dance with the devil and insidious anomalies occur. Devote this night to the strange folk, call it Hallow’s Eve- dress up as monsters and they might just let you leave. Now go! Cower in fear, or perhaps prepare for next year.” bellowed a voice so horrid that even the building itself shook in terror. Then, the night returned to normal- the lights flickering back on. Everything seemed fine, though the villagers knew they had to protect themselves from wrong. And so they listened to the voice, from that point on. Every Hallow’s Eve, they followed the ritual- and the strange folk never bothered them again. Edited June 4, 2020 by Nozoa 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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