Nesting Doll

Soon, the hens had stopped laying, the cows were dry of milk, the horses died, and the grain stores were developing rot.

 

Mist hung low in the morning and Martin crawled over his sleeping wife, climbing from their bed. He dressed himself, instead of waking Truda to help him. Then, he noticed wet footprints, which seemed to manifest by themselves, upon the stone floor, in the middle of the room. They hadn't been there a moment ago.

Meredith murmured in her sleep.

He followed the footprints to the main door. Slowly, he opened it, and now saw hoof prints. He followed them to the middle of the yard, to where they vanished amidst the mist.

There's the devil in my house, “ he said to himself, horrified.





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