The Faraway Tree Of Death

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Let me take you on a journey of frightful delight, depending on who you ask that is.
My brother, sister, cousin and I lived with my mother at the edge of a foreboding wood.
This wood hosted possessed spirits that whispered in your ears and forced you to commit your greatest fears. They relished the chaos.
Mother had warned us never to go past the border, should you get to close you might become like the saucepan man.
His wife beat him bloody with saucepans nightly. He fled to the wood in an attempt to escape her, only to realise he was better off at home with his murderous wife.
The bloodthirsty spirits took a liking to the saucepan mans broken soul.
He ran in terror through the wood until they had him stripped of his dignity, his clothes and body. He was alive throughout the whole ordeal as his body was torn to pieces and shattered his mind.
Mother also warned of an enormous tree that lay dead in the middle of the wood.
In the tree lived an angry old pixy, who would spit acid at you if you so much as breathed in her direction.
A little elf with the name of silky, not for her charm or looks, for she was as ugly as a crow and as rigid as a bloody rock. Her name was bestowed upon her one night when she came down from the tree to lure a man into her delve by the light of the moon, she wound her white hair, that had blended into the light of the crescent and used her beautifully strong stands to her advantage.
The evil welp trapped him in its length as she hung it from the tree like a spider’s web, hung him upside down and flayed the skin right off his bones and fed his blood to the dead tree. His face turned white like the moon, which earned him the name moon face.
And so we stay far away from the magical tree that causes so much anarchy.

~ Jess Bagnall