I was talking to a villager in the local bar.
He told me about the swamp and strange
things that happened there. People just
disappeared. He offered to take me there.
Was it some evil monster that climbed from
the merk and gobbled people up?
My guide took me to the swamp and we
searched for strange apportions. My guide
lit up a cigarette.
Through the cigarette smoke we saw a
strange pink light. It seemed to dance
about. We moved closer. We saw a
nymph glowing pale pink in the night.
She was about a foot tall and it darted
here and there.
I realized that my guide was mesmerized.
He started into the swamp. The nymph
hung in the air beckoning him on. Ten feet
in he began to sink. His eyes were fixed;
he didn’t cry out. I found a long stick and
poked him. I broke a sweat pulling him out.
We discovered that evil doesn’t always
look grotesque.