The following writing is a piece of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Dear friend,
I cannot say this lightly enough, do not come looking for me. Wherever you currently are, stay there.
I expected to write to you and announce my return home.
But things have went gravely wrong.
You will know that I came here to study the mythological ‘Brig‘, the tale of the bridge which appears, each Half-Hallows’ Eve, to commence the connection of the spirit realm to our own. Those from our world can pass through the veil by walking the bridge, but the spirits on the other side cannot until the bond reaches its full strength on October 31.
Last night, after a day of failed efforts to uncover the location of the Brig, I headed to the local pub, where I enjoyed a Scottish dram. Across from me sat a young woman, with silver hair, moonbeam eyes and a dress of purple velvet. She motioned to me, and I sat across from her.
She knew what I desired. She called herself a witch and I, having read of her kind, and noting her appearance, knew that she was speaking in truth. I should have had better judgement than to go with her, but four whiskeys down by then, I carelessly walked with her.
She led me through the dark forest, with not a star shining through the trees. After walking for a long while, we came to a halt. Before us was a deep pit, which looked infinite in the night. And a long-arched bridge, with jack-o-lanterns carved in its parapets. As she was a half-creature of the other realm, she relayed that she could not cross with me, but asked a favour.
“As I have shown you the way”, she spoke, “I ask but one thing.”, and then from her pocket, a shining gem was placed in my hand, the colour of which defies worldly explanation. “Deliver this to my kin, then they will know that I am well and good. I will await your return on this side.”
I have only so much time and paper to relay these events, so I will abbreviate.
I crossed to the other realm. I done as the witch said. That was my fatal error.
For the stone I had passed over to her friends was hexed with powerful magic of the darkest origin.
Once the gem had been passed from someone belonging to the human world into the spirit realm, the veil which separates us was torn.
They now walk free. These repulsive creatures are now among us, and who knows what horrors will ensue.
As for myself, I am currently [REDACTED] and seeking a way to end this terror. I again emphasise, do not come looking for me.
Yours sincerely,
[REDACTED].
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