The following weeks passed in a blur. The morning after I went back to the house, I told Uncle Bob and Aunt Lilly that the neighbor's kid wasn't lost anymore. The neighbors moved out shortly afterwards. I wouldn't want to live in the place where my daughter had died, either.
I never saw the Shape again. It's said however, that on perfect fall days when the sky is blue and the leaves are orange, a shape comes out of the woods and takes a child. If the child does not live through the trials, their soul is stolen and it replaces the shape.
Those are just legends though.... Right?
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Halloween Essay
Mystery / ThrillerI had to write an essay for Literature class and it ended up being 7 short chapters long. Young Z's life went well until one day, things got a bit strange. My writing is fairly horrible due to my tragic inability to give a damn.
