Macabre Farms Entry 2

....continued from 9/29/091

So caught up in this ominous fog, it almost seems unnatural. It's a good thing that this land is as familiar to me as the veins on my arm or I would have been lost immediatly. The dew wet grass cleanses the dirt from my bare feet, and keeps my path true, allowing me to feel subtle movements that get stifiled in the awesome static of shadow. 2

Distinctly I could hear some woman crying two or three yards to my left in the woods. Quickly I rush to the scene, going rather blindly at my pace. Even if I find one of these lost children, there are still others somewhere. I keep running in the direction of the sound, toes placed forward, never letting my heels hit the earth, to make sure I didn't fall in the moist field.3

I was getting close to the edge of the trees now. I could see them clearly, which meant the mist was clearing up as well. A darkened figure stood close to an opening. I stopped my pace and quietly crept to see whom or what it was. 4

A young man in his early tweenties, dressed in a short red shirt and blue jeans was staring, transfixed in one direction. I touched his shoulder and shook him slighty to bring him back from whatever horror still gripped him, but he gave no action at all. I followed his gaze to see what he had been looking at, when I should have already known.5

The wisp I had only and hour ago let onto this ground was dancing in the dark, and tiny spector of light bobbing up and down on the wind. He was singing a lullaby to the boy, one to catch him in a trance, then control his will. I couldn't hear the song, I'm immune to such enchantments, but I knew this was his goal. I held up my right hand and spoke to the phantasm.6

"Alright, I know I've given you sanctuary here but let this one go tonight."7

The sparkle glistned and bounced. I turned to look at the boy, drool dripping from his face, tears streaming down his cheeks, trying to break free mentally, but unable to move. The fear in these situations works against you, causing you to panic when you need to be more calm to fight back. He started walking forward like a puppet and I knew, I was going to have leave to politeness behind.8

Going to my back pocket I pulled a silver seal out and held it up. The will o' wisp rapidly flashed from yellow to red, then a soft blue,9

"Yes you know this don't you?" I replied smugly, "Would you like to see it closer? Let's see, there is this hexagon, and these lovely Aramaic words on it, I could speak them for you, then you could live in it for a while would that be good?..........Yes, let him go, I promise, my threats are never empty."10

The spirit darted away blinking his rage as he went past. The boy, now broken, fell over to the ground breaking braches on the way and landing on some thorns. The pain actually woke him from the shock one gets when waking from a trance. I could tell he wouldn't be much help to me now, he didn't even understand where he was or how he had gotten here.11

Now I had made some helpers in the beginning to aid me for these occasions. It seems it had been a good idea. Recalling an old incantation of a clay golem, I made my own version in the image of a scarecrow, and lined his insides and garments with protection spells. This was he could freely roam the grounds without being torn to shreds. 12

I had a whistle hidden on my left ankle kept in my sock, I moved it around from time to time, but I figured I would need more pocket and neck room today. I took it out and gave it a blow, a quiet G note floated on the breeze. It wasn't that long I heard the rustle of my creation coming. The young student had stood up now and was looking all about him. He turned to notice Crow, moving in the moonlight and started to cry and scream again. 13

One of the pouches at my side was filled with various dusts, a concoction I had devised from diffrent herbs. I took some in my palm and blew it on his face. I hated to drug him but, it would be better this way, he would feel stoned for a bit then fall to sleep and have no memory of anything he saw during it in the morning. 14

"Crow, take him to the house, set him in a bed before he passes out, then come back to this spot incase I need you again. In the event you see anyone else take them to the house as well. You will have to use your own way to sedate them." I ordered.15

Then I began to return where I had begun to go. Hoping that womans cry was not her last, since being held back by this altercation. Moving brambles out of my way, as the sound of Crow's rustle, and a boys crazy laughter and snorts, fell into the distance.