Hopcroft Mills - Spring a year later
Dear Great-Grandfather,
I know that this letter will never reach you. But it's comforting writing to you. It's almost as if I'm bringing you along on the adventure. I've finally arrived in Hopcroft. The place where you met Great-Grandmother Mona. The place you started having your night sickness. And the place you swore to never return.
Well... I'm here, and unlike your other sons I'll get down to the bottom of this sickness that plagues our family. But I regret to say I haven't the slightest idea where to start. All of the speculations over the years about the sickness left me with no path. But I do have a theory of my own. This sickness is something more sinister. And this Hopcroft town can prove it.
Upon arriving I stopped at a local pub for some R & R when I overheard some locals talking. They were complaining about naked wackos chanting into the woods at night. Beautiful but evil women jumping off of cliffs and being able to walk away. Seems a bit far-fetched but could they possibly be witches. I never believed they could be real but it might prove my theory right. What they consider a nuisance could be our blessing. If I could just meet one they might be able to help.
I know it sounds crazy but look at us grandfather... we don't have much of a choice. Our main goal is to find them and befriend them. And we might have a chance at a normal life. But I'll leave it at this for today grandfather. I need to find a place to stay on short notice. I'll update you later.
Charles Armstrong
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