The Birth Of An Infant

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As the myth says, one cold december night a baby was born. His legs were twisted and his neck as well. They decided that he wasn't going to live anymore, he would be a disgrace and an enbarrassment to the family. He wouldn't live long either. He took the baby, which didn't make a sound, out of the cold barn and started to walk towards the deep forest. The mans footsteps on the gravel road sounded like bones crushing while the wolfes howled at the fullmoon. The man got deeper into the forest while holding the baby, he held it by the foot while the rest of the baby was dangling upside down.

The man stopped and lifted up the baby, he looked in the babys eyes, which were closed. But then, the babys eyes opened and stared into the mans soul. The eyes were shining white, no pupils, just a light as bright as the sun. The mans eyes couldn't look away and his eyes slowly started to melt. The man fell to the ground with a scream, the baby stood up and started to run deeper into the forest. Everyone heard the scream and started to run into the forest, with weapons.

The mother, who was still in pain, stayed at the barn. But then the mother heard gun shots and men screaming, the mother was speechless with fear. She took hay and covered her face, the tears poured down immediately. Then she heard a sound coming from the roof. It sounded like someone was knocking, it got louder and stronger. The mother peeked out of the hay with her eye. The roof broke and four dead men fell down. The mother screamed and fainted, the next morning she woke up and looked around her. Everything was resumed, no broken roof or any dead men. Maybe it was a dream.

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