A
WITCH
IN
THE
WILDERNESS
Wednesday, May the Twelfth
Being in a more Easterly part of Europe has me
quite fascinated! All of the locals promenade about
in such rustic garments. Headscarves, and neckscarves, and waist-scarves. Scarves of all natures
and lengths!
We have been out here for a few days looking
for a local haunting, a specter, I'm told, that abducts
children, but we have not found anything more than
traces and sightings. The children of the village are
being abducted by the spook so rapidly since we
came, that many of the townspeople are blaming
us for provoking a legendary witch! I do fear for
the poor dears, and I have resolved to join the other
hunters in order to find the children. I hope they are
all safe, at least, if not sound.
I asked the Mayor casually about the haunting.
He is quite handsome, and I thought it might break
the ice, but he grew very dark and told me in hushed
tones, "You may ask me questions, but people around
these parts do not ask questions of one another,
for fear that they have met the Strega in disguise,
and may face her wrath for their impertinence. The
questions are not good. She will be angry with all
those questions. Mind yourself."
It sounded a bit like some the society ladies I've
met back home! The Mayor then told of a legendary
witch who wears a mask to hide her terrible face
because every question she is asked adds a year to
her age. Since questions are best avoided in these