As the sun set on the hill of the valley, the villagers settled down into their homes, they ate, they cleansed and nestled down. But one night, a creature dared to a wake from its slumber. A creature of pure evil, a creature with a voice like no other. Carrying its malicious melody. The creature hiked the trails of Whitepeak Mountain once again to the village below. The creature wandered the village, smelling the air. Then, finally, something delicious came to her nostrils. The smell, of young flesh off of the sleeping children.

The creature with its slim body and white rags for clothes climbed the walls of one of the white stoned houses. Entering through the only window on the second floor, she crept through the child’s room. With her voice, she started to sing her sick and twisted lullaby. The child woke from their dreams to hear the singing of the creature. The child looked at the creature. It looked like a woman. She wore old white rags that covered her body from neck to shins. She was looking at the floor with her long white hair. The child kept their eyes on the creature. She started looking up at the child. Then, the young one saw its eyes. They were pure blue. They were enchanting. The child heard voices in their head.

The young one’s vision became blurred, then passed out. It’s really too bad. The last thing he felt was fear. Days went by and the villagers couldn’t find the children. They didn’t know they were dead yet. Sad isn’t it? More days went by, but still no luck. There were more children going missing every day. The villagers decided to check one more time, but this time, they’d go to Whitepeak Mountain. As they went up, they found small drops of blood going east. The leader of the search party decided to press on, while others were to afraid and descended to the village again. Higher and higher they went. More and more villagers wet back down.

Soon, snow started to fall, more went back, but the leader kept going. Soon, they made it to a cave. The leader decided to go in alone. The others set up camp outside and waited for him to return. As he got further into the cave, he could see blood smeared on the ground. He started to smell something rotting his nose. It stung to breathe. He got deeper and deeper, until his torch went out. It got colder in the cave. He’d been down there for minutes. Then, sunlight came through the cave. He could see perfectly now. There it was. The creature with its face pale white and grey turned to red while eating the skulls of the dead children. He screamed from terror. The creature’s head turned to look at him. Then, she started nodding. She then got closer, walking slowly at first, then picking up the pace.

Now, she was running. He started running as well, he quickly turned around the same way he came running up the slopes in the cave. As he did, he could hear the roars of the creature behind him. Then, screaming. He kept running, then, he heard it. “Daddy.” He stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened. He turned his headfirst, then his body. It was his son. The first victim of the murders. “Daddy, I’m scared.” His eyes became sad. He walked towards his son, then, with his sword, stabbed his son in the chest, only, it wasn’t his son. After he was stabbed through the chest, his son’s limbs grew slim and his body, then, his son’s dead, hazel eyes turned into big blue eyes. The creature got up, and spoke to him, she spoke in a croaked voice.

“Your son, was – delicious.” Then the creature finally took its last breathe before dying. Its eyes turned grey and her body became slimmer. She started to crumble into ashes and dust. He knelt down and started to cry. He felt rage. He threw his sword away into one of the tunnels. He stopped crying. As he got up he wiped more of his tears away before ascending towards the surface. He climbed more and more for only a few minutes before reaching the top. He came to the entrance of the cave to find nothing but one small tent and two people. He stared at them and they stared at him, covered in blood, he walked down the mountain trail and came to the village. He walked by with his robes covered in blood.

He walked to his home and sat down at his table. The villagers didn’t see him much after that. Years went by and the man became older. He had a lady come visit him every day to clean and cook. He never spoke to her. But one day, while she was packing up to leave, he finally spoke. “I’ve seen some horrific things in my youth, but the most horrific was killing a creature that took the form of my dead son.”