User:Jacob Kingston/Letters

As he related to me, he lived in a town forty miles to the north. The place had been abandoned, he told me, as it had come under a curse. The well-built homes that still stood there were boarded up and empty, with no signs as to why their denizens had chosen to leave so abruptly. This man had heard that the town had been cursed by a witch, and he claimed that he had seen a cemetery full of the gravestones of children. Whether that was true or not, I cannot say.