Moving Shapes
I always thought this lookout job was the most boring thing in the world. Boy, was I wrong.
I keep seeing something in the distance — shuffling between gusts of wind, clouded by fog and mist. It's near the valley's tomb, so I thought it was another Hollow. An aimless puppet, skeletal and frail... but that's not right.
It looks towards me every night. I can't see it, but I feel it. It's half alive, half dead... some visitor from beyond for Hollow's Eve, maybe.
My resignation letter has already been sent. I can't wait to get back to boring work.