Just turn and run!”
“Why?” he asked, puzzled, looking around and seeing just a quiet hamlet haunted by strange beings. There are many more of them in the cemetery than those who go up to Mistveil through our village. She comes, and she’s pissed! She wants to have sex and can’t find anyone willing to do it.”
There were long scratches on his arms and although I wanted to ask him something, he looked at me briefly, shook his head, and continued his gallop. Then I would be buried like all the other strangers under a cross with no writing on it. For a long time, I hadn’t even chosen a topic, so when I was asked how it was going, I answered evasively and left the place with a preoccupied face. I can say that I instantly fell in love with the girl in the picture, so I looked questioningly at the old man. Undeterred, he continued on and at some point, the fog lifted and the houses of a small hamlet appeared before him. “Can you tell me how to get there?”
He looked at me suspiciously, then after
