The Storyteller

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Out there in our minds, we all have stories that consume us and beg to be told. I have heard many tales, many fascinating, or at least in my opinion they are.

and Me?

I grew up near Midnight Forest, watching girl after girl, disappear into those trees. Some came back, if my memory serves me correctly, while many others disappeared. I would often hear their stories carried across on the wind, while the ones who did come back, they told me their tales. 

Over these years, after hearing all of these tales, I have been watching over the forest, trying to prevent any more from wandering in, meeting their doom or an unexpected change of fate.

Even though many have ignored me, turning me down as a crazy old woman, believing that there is no reason to be afraid anymore, I still eventually hear what becomes of them. 

Others, well they are looking for those that they have lost in Midnight Forest. They never learn from the previous girls who have gone before them. 

Whenever I hear what becomes of these girls, I write them down, here in this journal, so that I can warn people like you, who dare venture into those cursed woods. 

Why don't you sit down, hear me out, learn what dangers could possibly await you in these parts. 

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