ext_17719 ([identity profile] just-ann-now.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] lady_branwyn 2011-10-31 11:05 pm (UTC)

“Hungry,” a high, childlike voice whispered when it had finished. He waited in the darkness, with his pocket knife clenched in one hand. “Hungry,” the voice whispered again and again, until his face was cold with sweat.

GAH. Creepy! Very well-told tale, fit for the fireside at The Prancing Pony!
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