Phil's walk in the woods at helped calm his nerves lately. There was something about leaving the house, leaving it all behind. It was refreshing, liberating. He had even gotten a few nice naps in on occasion. Sure, the farming was slipping a little, but he had plenty of food and money to take a little vacation.
Yet, this day was different. He had heard from some passersby that some man had killed two girls, and that a well was involved somehow. A tragedy for sure, that would damped anyone's mood as they went out for a walk. But the death of the girl's reminded him of something. His own loss.
As dark thoughts over took him, he simply shook his head and began jogging, hoping that some exercise would perhaps take it off his mind. But as he looked in the woods near him. As he saw shadows dance all around him. As he began to hear the voices again, he picked up the pace. Faster and faster he ran, yet the shadows all around him danced quicker. Tears and sweat ran down his face as he continue to bolt down the road.
"Daddy."
Phil stopped dead in his tracks, remembering the voice with horrible clarity.
"Daddy, why are you running?"
Phil refused to turn around. He gulped and began whisper prayers to himself.
"Why do you always leave us? Why are you never there for us?"
"N-n-no. I was there for you. I worked my hardest, and prayed every night. I did everything I could!"
"You let us die. You could have saved us."
You're wrong. I tried!"
"You hated us! You wanted us to die!"
Phil finally broke out of his petrified state, roaring and picking a rock up off the path. He spun and whipped it.
No one was there.
Phil wiped away his tears, and began to head for the tavern. He had to get away from that house. Take a little vacation. Yeah. Get away from it all.
OOC: So do we get to pick which town we live in? If so, I would like to live in Dursens.