The old ones tell stories of a ghoul. It walks the autumn roads, searching for those who have defiled the land.
“Granddaddy saw him when he was a young’en and had nightmares his whole life,” said the village blacksmith.
Legend tells that once the Walker looked you in the eyes, it knew your soul and would harvest the unworthy.
Miss Pertwee claimed such tales were against the church and often cut down trees to prove her point.
Village folks warned her against tempting fate to no avail. “Your fairytale does not frighten me,” said the woman.
She soon learned a crucial lesson. When one stares into the eyes of the Night Walker, neither heaven nor angels can save you.
The miller found Miss Pertwee at the crossroads early one autumn day. “Her face transformed in fright as though she had seen the devil himself,” the miller said.
Village folk stay away from the crossroads after dark. The old tales of the Night Walker are mocked no more.
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