In a forgotten village, five boys dared each other to visit the woods where old witch lived. They crept into her house at night, tied her up with rope, and hung her from the roof of her barn. Her eyes never left theirs, even as the life drained from her.
They laughed as they ran, breathless with thrill, back to their homes. But the laughter didnβt last long.
That night, one boy woke up to find rope burns around his wrists. The next was found hanging from his attic beam, eyes bulging, mouth stretched in a silent scream.
One by one, they were taken. Not killedβtaken. Their bodies were found twisted in impossible knots, their mouths stuffed with moss from the witchβs grove, their eyes sewn open with strands of long gray hair.
Only the youngest remained, hiding in his closet, clutching a candle.
He heard the creak of rope.
Then her voice.
"You laughed."
The candle flickered out.
I visited this place for the first time few days ago and knew I had to go back! This old barn was very inspiring and although I couldn't recreate all of my ideas i had so much fun there. Hope you'll enjoy another photo-story I shared.
Love, Erinthul.
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