Stories and Diary Entries of The Lost.
Description - Was given to the Archivists in a blue envelope addressed to the individual that donated it to our continued gatherings of records.
Well today was an interesting day a few lessons might have been learnt. Lake don't trespass on witches land. I was out Gathering got lost in my own mind happily mindlessly picking edible plants. That is right up until I heard glass shattering close by. I was confused, like what is going on? Then I hear the laughter evil bone chilling high-pitched cackle. It was from behind me my muscles tighten I slowly begin to turn around. I hear another glass bottle break it was closer than the other one. At this point I am at fully turned around. I stared into the hideous face of the Witch. She had missing teeth, hair was stringy and greasy, skin green with a nose grossly enlarged. She screamed 'GET OFF MY LAND!' She then cackled some more and raised her arm as though she where to toss another potion at me. I made the best choice to continue being human, I ran as fast as I could. Well I am never going that way again. You shouldn't either
Your pal,
-Corbin Skari
Age 18