Outside the bar was the carriage still waiting, its metal framing gleaming from the pale moon. There was no one out except for the man sitting as the driver of the carriage."So how did it go" the driver said, "As well as it could have gone, Edwards".Edwards was a very old man with a gray scuff on his face, and a pair of circle glass. Almost immediately after Edwards entered a fit of coughing before pull a silver flask out, taking a gulp."Edwards, how long do I have in the ticker tonight".The old one put his hand on his face with his head moving slightly left and right "Twelve maybe fifteen hours or somewhere in between".One of the two horses stomped on the ground. The monster said "keep the horses safe. The night is filled with monster's, old friend".Edwards laugh"monster all around us they're just wearing different faces".The monster walked off into the small trail surrounded by finger trees with their bone-like skin of their trunks. A small house with a fence that leaned to the side with some light coming from the window. The door was wide open. Steeping up on the wood foundation of the house. The wood speaking a creaking song at each step. Inside was the common things you would see in a house like this. On one of the tables was the candle flickering making the shadow of the chairs stretch across the blood ridden floor. A man lay in a pool that was half dry. There was a pair of long scissors clinched in his hand. Over in the northern wall, a picture frame caught the light making a half glare. A painting of a happy family that had a mother with blond hair, a strong looking father, and a little girl with shining blond hair like her mother "how strange, maybe an adoptive daughter perhaps".Thinking about the one he's saving.A doorway that was broken in on both sides with the door laying on the inside, another blood path gone into the surrounding forest. He followed the path slowly disappearing from the house.
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