The woods used to be full of treehouses that were always full of life, laughter and a thousand tiny feet running to-and-fro. Of course the garrison said they were part of a training exercise, the council said it was a youth project and the university said it was someone's thesis on societal reform.
None of them were right but they desperately wished they were.
It was only safe to walk through the woods after 8PM, that's when the creatures went to sleep and the sound of their childish laughter faded to nervous birdsong. The lights in the treehouse were always lefton though, from a distance it looked like there was another city right beside ours.
And then someone was dumb enough to look through one of the windows.
At least, we assume they did. There was too much blood to be quite sure what happened but the trail started with rough fingerprints on the windowsill and carried on down like the poor bastard had been dragged away from whatever was in there.
That's when the council decided enough was enough and cleared the treehouses away.
Officially it was a part of some environmental clean-up act but if you ask the right soldier or clerk they'll tell you what their orders were. How they waited til Guy Fawkes Night and hid the sounds of their gunfire amidst the fireworks, how they carried hundreds of tons or wood and meat away, how they buried what they couldn't move out by morning.
The woods are safer now but whatever they killed is back in the area and building their homes much lower.
None of them were right but they desperately wished they were.
It was only safe to walk through the woods after 8PM, that's when the creatures went to sleep and the sound of their childish laughter faded to nervous birdsong. The lights in the treehouse were always lefton though, from a distance it looked like there was another city right beside ours.
And then someone was dumb enough to look through one of the windows.
At least, we assume they did. There was too much blood to be quite sure what happened but the trail started with rough fingerprints on the windowsill and carried on down like the poor bastard had been dragged away from whatever was in there.
That's when the council decided enough was enough and cleared the treehouses away.
Officially it was a part of some environmental clean-up act but if you ask the right soldier or clerk they'll tell you what their orders were. How they waited til Guy Fawkes Night and hid the sounds of their gunfire amidst the fireworks, how they carried hundreds of tons or wood and meat away, how they buried what they couldn't move out by morning.
The woods are safer now but whatever they killed is back in the area and building their homes much lower.
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