Last night, I dreamt of the woods beyond Uncle Simon's estate and the path that leads to the moors. As children, cousin Mae and I often roamed this area without a care. However, in this dark, dreamy realm, I can sense a madness hidden amongst the shadows and fog.
My feet push me forward for they understand I can no longer return to Ghyllwold Manor.
Nearing the bend I come upon a massive, uprooted oak tree. Veiled by the heavy roots, a figure emerges from the tangled growth. The face is obscured yet I know it is him.
All at once I feel both desire and terror.....

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