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Ghostly cheers to all creatures of the Night.
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And now, let's turn of those lights and hopefully give you all a spooky fun read.
Katie frowned when she glanced to the clock and noticed it had even passed her own bedtime before she'd grown stuck with her current condition and needed better sleeping patterns. Her frown only grown deeper when she felt her bed was without her husband still and knew the air was chilly in the October month.
So, she heaved herself out of the bed, a hand on her lower back and the other pushing down into the bed to help yank herself to her feet. Grumbling under her breath over her current condition and knowing she held a few complaints to whatever god or gods had created the human race.
Tiredly wobbling into their cabin's living space, the kitchen area left cold and the fire by their couch was dying out but still crackled with it's stubborn lasting life. Grabbing her boots and sitting on the couch, being kept warm as she struggled to slip her boots on and had to face a battle with them. Heaving out a breath of victory once they were on and soon focusing herself to stand once more.
Grabbing her hooded cape, tying it tightly to help keep the night's nipping cold away from her fading in warmth body. Collecting the pile of clothes left neatly folded on the wooden chair always kept by their front door for full moon nights.
Lighting the handle in it's candle stand carrier before slipping out of the front door and collecting her husband's old boots left out for nights like tonight. She glanced to all the cabins on this small stretch of road in town, almost every cabin held a woodcutter that worked in the woods they lived so close too. The last cabin belonging to her brother, the black smiths who chose to stay close to the woods for easier access to fire wood when needed.
Her husband was a woodcutter, even with his one arm, he still liked to work hard. It left her to carve a few bits of the wood, creating the axe handles or knife handles that her brother would join with his metal work later on.
But for tonight, she'd go wondering in the woods yet again,
The candle light mostly useless in such a dark and spooky woods, the full moon was bright but the trees always tried to block out the light.
