The thickety spellbound chapter 8

The first days with the book went fine. The next days were worser. There were nightmares and Paula was getting sick more often. There were nights where she couldn’t sleep. She was hearing things now. Whispers talking about a king in green robes, and a book split in quarters. They were showing a red door which disappeared before she could see where it led.
But one day the nightmares stopped. They went away like a flock of crows. However after that, things got worse.

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“Wake up, my little carmine.” Paula’s father said. “It’s the harvest festival today.” Paula’s hair was messy and matted, but she was ready for the harvest festival. The room looked the same as normal but something had changed. Paula shrugged it aside and wore her dress.
The woods were okay for a while when people weren’t cavorting around dancing about in their masks. But they came, and Paula was disturbed.
Most of the masks were basic: Rabbits, goats and foxes. But there was someone else there.
A woman in a deer mask. Out of curiosity, Paula decided to follow the her
The woman was weaving and turning as graceful as the creature his mask depicted. The woods were getting dark. Paula wanted to go back but strangely, she couldn’t do it.
Finally the woman seemed to stop at a clearing in the wood.
Other people were there. They were all hooded and wore masks of goats and foxes.
The woman was standing on the top of a rocky clearing. And at that very moment, he began to change.
Feet became hooves. Backs stretched down.
And antlers fixed themselves to the woman’s head.
She was a full deer now. Her antlers were black, yet they glowed with a light stronger than any sun. Her fur was the shade of an evening sun.
The deer stretched her graceful body like a rubber band, and then it spoke.
“The blue sun rises in the east, yet the red moon rises in the west.” Its voice was graceful, like a bird.
But, Its voice changed. It just became……buzzing. Loud and noisy buzzing. And it soon got worse.
Paula watched in horror, as spiders began crawling out of his mouth. The other masked people began dancing. The deer’s eyes were no longer bright. They were more human than a human should be. There were spider legs crawling out of its body.
It was no longer a deer. It was something worse. Something which Paula wished she would forget forever.
The masked people danced faster, as the thing that was a deer grew 4 more legs. The deer’s teeth became fangs. Its fur became darker. Its antlers receded from its head and its fangs grew larger until the covered the face.
It was a spider and a deer, and something else more horrifying.
The spider looked at her, and Paula swore that if spiders could smile, this one would be grinning from ear to ear.
Then, the thing changed back into a woman, and Paula ran as fast as she could. The forest felt more winding. The trees felt menacing. But then she saw a light in the clearing, and she ran.
It was the harvest festival, exactly when she left it. The masked villagers were dancing to the tune. But the deer woman was missing. Paula, wanting not to miss out, danced with her father, but a slow dread was occurring in her mind. A dread that something was wrong in her small village, and a fear that the spider wanted her.