*I have your dinner, my queen. He's nice and young.* The ten-year-old boy, Justin, looked into the cave fearfully, wondering what he would see. <Do not attempt to look upon my visage, mortal. I would like my food to be alive, not a large pile of ash.> A foreboding female voice boomed out of the cave. *I can see that he is young, but is he*-here she stopped, licking her lips-*delicious?*
*Quite so, my lady. I hope you don't mind, but I took a little taste myself. Only a month or so. I wanted to give you only that which is the best.*
* Bring him to the entrance to the cave.*
Baba Yaga pulled Justin to the cave entrance, where a slight gurgling sound could be heard. Suddenly, long, slimy, disgusting tentacles reached out of the cave, into the red light of the blood moon. They reached the boy and reached inside his eyes. A piercing scream could be heard emanating from the boy... wait, no, he's a teenager... wait, no, a grown man... now he's elderly... The skeletal body dropped to the ground, no longer harboring any life. A woman stepped out of the cave, her hair white, her skin wrinkled, and her arms replaced by the tentacles that had sucked the life out of the boy. As Baba Yaga watched, semi-bored (He had seen this transformation before), the wrinkles began to disappear, the hunched-over position she was in began to straighten out, her skeletal look began to fade, and her hair became a beautiful chocolate brown color. She went from looking 115 years old to looking 25 years old, having taken 90 years of life from the boy. *You can use the skin as you please, as long as it's to get our next meal.*223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvSJDAExxmW
*Of course, my queen. Anything you ask.*
*Oh, and you only have 200 more years of service to me. After that, you can become mortal again. Or just die immediately. Your choice.*223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqfNS3oVuhM
Not really paying attention to what she was thinking, Baba Yaga thought, *There's a juicy little boy, just a baby, being born 90 years from now. If you want I can get it for our next meal.*223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdZqGDmwJGC
*Good, good. I am still hungry. Come here.* Baba Yaga walked over to the Eldritch Queen, prepared to do his duty. The tentacles reached out again, this time into Baba Yaga's eyes. The Boogeyman screamed, his body giving a month or so of eternity to the Eldritch Queen. Millenia later, that scream would still be echoing about in those woods, long after the Eldritch Queen and Baba Yaga had died, which would incite stories of the banshees that live there, and would make locals fear to go in there and even tourists would stay away from the Eldritch Woods.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUswVHsJ7X6
All that comes before is true. Long before modern humans inhabited the land, a forgotten people inhabited the lands of Transylvania. All but a few were wiped out by a great plague, and those that survived integrated themselves into society. Only a few of their descendants remain today, including me. My ancestor told this story to his son, who told his son, who told his daughter, and so on, all the way to me, Jason. If there is anyone alive after this great Civil War against slavery, they can read this journal, and learn the truth of their world.
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