...did she join on her own or taken prisoner against her will of which she is
no longer in control? Tornadoes of snow whip up storms at the base of the
oak tree and an old energy with the sound of a million souls cries from
deep inside the tree and the wind hows and where on earth is there any
place from which one can hide from the dark? The souls swarm like termites
and disappear into the oak and Erica hides from the wind and snow, shivering.
"What is it you want?" A creaky voice one from the past, old with dust on it,
comes at her.
"I want them to go away!" she cries out with terror.
The old voice snickers with the cynical tone of a prankster about to strike
again, knowing full well the results and relishing the thought.
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