A tree stood bent and benign with extended deformed limbs, with tangled roots bound in tainted soil, with burly bark hiding its baleful core. It slumbered and waited.
A child’s laughter carried on the wind, brushed leaves and awoke the monster. A voice from Hell’s depths spoke. “Come closer, child.”
“Who’s there?”
“I am a harmless tree. Come closer”
The child inched forward. “Mama says I shouldn’t talk to …
“Damn your mama, child … come closer.”
The tree stood bent and benign with extended deformed limbs, with rotting flesh fragments clinging to its burly bark. It slumbered and waited.
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