BETSY

rhythm of her hurried footsteps. The wind whipped past her, tuggin

esult of the morning mist still visib

rom birds. To Bett, it was eerily quiet, as though the world around her was

so close, too close. She could feel it, hear it,

" she

an run this fast?" she m

dog or so

afford to. Any mistakes now could lead to traum

used to slow. The ground was slippery, and her feet were sore

mble and grasp at branches for support. The darkness was creeping i

groaned again, frustrat

t, places only meant for the village hunters like Mr. Calm, Sam's father, and even the idiot chasing after her right

er, and even from this cursed village. She was barely eighteen, for

vements of things in between the branches. The woods were a labyrinth of shadows and uncertainty, but she was born here

ould make it. She just had to. Betsy follow

e glow on the ground. She could see the silhouette of the villag

re was no time to stop. She could still hear Mr. Jerry's curse and heavy breaths, shouti

the trail that would l

tches of the clearing into the village, her mind screaming at

be deceived by this abrupt quietness and stop to be unexpectedly devoured. She kept run

a glimpse of him and his disappointment, but he was nowhere to be found, only women, men, and children of the village who were bu

ghter. People must think she was already mad or maybe

the others. She had plans for all of them, and they will all continue to fail. S

Betsy found her way to her house, she hated the fee

n of inwoods known for their callous and promiscuous ways, coupled with the co

colder still, He and his band followers were feared not

ery hope and if anyone dared to defy them, they would disappear with no trace; but

selling all his horses and produce in the process, he ha

fter young girls and then poured their frustrations onto the wives and children

ld. This was the common practice of her neighbors, Mr and Mrs Nick. As she got closer, she co

dn't seen before and she knew Mrs