The sky soon became a threateningly deep colour. A bitter wind sent gloomy clouds racing in front of the eerily glowing moon and large, icy raindrops began to fall. The travellers looked desperately ahead for somewhere to shelter. When they reached the narrow pathway they failed, at first, to notice how neglected it was, but blindly followed it, expecting to find a house at the end. They paused uncertainly at the foot of a flight of crumbling stone steps rising beneath a forbidding panelled door. Shivering, they tugged at the rusty bell-pull and heard its hammering tones echo around the hall inside. Almost immediately, the door swung open.
An old woman, roughly age 45, answered it.
“Come in my dears,” she cackled, cracking her knuckles. The travellers yearned to escape into the cold dark night, but there was something about this intimidating woman that they couldn’t resist. They stepped in tentatively, looking around for any traps. None was in sight.
2006-07-13
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