#creept

Old Nick — The Vanitous Specter

You leaned against the tree, crossing your legs as you looked up at the green canopy. People from the village told stories about this forest, how it was haunted or that an ancient race of ancient beings inhabited it. If you were found by one of those beings, you'd be whisked away to their world.

Yoy smiled as you heard the birds chirp. You'd much rather be whisked away by a powerful being than be in the village. They're said to be beautiful, enchanting, so it can make it easier to lure you away.

You took a book out from your backpack and opened it, blinking. Where you had las bookmarked it, there was text and an intricate illustration of said human looking beings. Confusion and panic started to set in as you flipped through the book frantically, none of the words or pictures there any more.

You closed it and opened it several times for good measure.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch.