The Well
By: Stephanie J. Bardy

The well sat in the middle of the forest all but forgotten, faded to that of urban legend status. Many had claimed crying came from it, but none got close enough to check. Until Chris came across it. He could hear the woman crying. He made his way to the well calling to her with reassurance. He peered over the side and saw nothing but darkness. He leaned further and the last thing he saw was two pale arms rising to pull him down. His screams echoed through the trees for a few moments. The well was silent once more.

The End


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