PUPPETS

A Novella created for your enjoyment

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PLEASE NOTE!

This story is based off the things I suffer with mind wise daily. Hurtful comments will be ignored, support however is welcome.

TRIGGER WARNING

I apologize but there are going to be triggering topics in this story, If you would rather not read it that's completely fine, but please don't report my book or anything. Sharing my story helps me as I feel I am suffocating keeping my thoughts to myself.

Enjoy my guardians! <3

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Dense Fog, Shrill Screams, Crimson Blood.

These were a few of the things that filled the forest at night, the void of black haunted by many horrors. Forêt Sanglante was the forests name, called this for centuries by the people living nearby. It meant Bloody forest, and it didn't get its name for nothing.

It is rumored that many terrifically terrible things have happened within this forest, so much so that blood is believed to still soak the ground, staining it forever a bold bright red.

Shadows lurk within the depths, shrieks clawing at their throats, itching to be released into the world.
Sharp fingernails scratching at eyes, hollowed out cheek bones and ghostly complexions.

The spirits in the forest are trapped for life, having been brutally murdered or committed an act of death.

All they want is to take out their anger on another living soul. They wish to have freedom, and total control.

Their wishes however are never fulfilled, for every time someone enters, they are killed. The main goal is to take over another soul. But how can you win the game if you don't know who's to blame. The town gathers together, fighting to the death. Willing to fight until their final breath. To free the trapped souls from their lonely prison.

Or will everyone in town end up missing?