CORVUS
‘‘Whoa— there- don’t be afraid, child. C’mon in. All are welcome in this humble abode!’’
The radio static like voice startled the kid. But soon after recalling that there might be some tasty snacks/treats in here, the child stepped into the abandoned building. Pieces of glass were scattered all about the floor. The place had no lights on. The only light that was present was the one that seemed to pour in through the cracks on the roof. The walls of the building looked as if someone, or something had been chipping away at the paint. There were a bunch of cigarette butts that were lying around in random corners of the old building. The kid wondered if someone, or a bunch of other folks had been around here not too long ago.
The child stared at the random still life Dutch paintings- and one in particularly kinda looked like the building, but it seemed to be a throw back to what it might have been like back in its glory days. The more the kid gazed at the painting, the more it seemed to come to life. What kind of trickster was pulling this off?
The sound of heavy footsteps approaching brought the kid back to the present moment. Then a pair of hands landed on the child’s shoulders, and the child let out a scream. Turning around to face the person, or whatever the thing was, the kid came face to face with an elderly person. The older folk smiled, and then revealed a pair of beaver teeth.
The cries for help from the abandoned building could not be heard by any other person around. The child had not listened to its parents warning. The kid had wandered too far away from the village, and ended up lost in the middle of thether world.
The elderly woman rubbed her hands together, and hummed along to the sounds of the spectres playing lively jazz music in the parlor. She bowed her head, and one of the spectres came along to dance with her. They spun around in circles— while waiting for her good and traditional famous hot dish to be ready that she liked to call: Petit Oiseau. She would enjoy and have the meal all to herself.
The spectres did not need to eat anything anyway…well what they enjoyed was something much more tasty. The elderly woman would need an extra boost of strength first before she set out to gather what the spectres liked to devour.
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Lundi, 10.03.2025