The pond took the geese first. Nobody noticed until it took something that could scream.
The cellar's been quiet for years. That should have been the warning, not the comfort.
The itch on your neck isn't a bug bite. It's an invitation you already accepted.
See him before the planting, and the harvest holds. Greenbranch has never once been wrong about it.
The fishing gets worse past a certain bend. Baitcast Wharf learned, the hard way, to turn the boat around.
She never starts the fight. She just makes sure she's the only one still standing when it's over.
You never hear her coming. That's rather the point, and it has kept more than one traveler alive.
Nobody sanctioned the hollow as off-limits. It just stopped being worth explaining why not to go there.
The knights caught the whole ghoul pack that slunk toward Edgewood decades ago -- or so the songs say. One got away. Patience is a ghoul's only virtue.
It's still small enough to fit inside a hollow oak. That's exactly why nobody's found it yet.
The prettiest flowers in the Weald don't need water -- just someone close enough to grab.
Four arms, one purpose: hold you still until the third claw finds its mark.