Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

He thinks to himself ignoring her presence as she approached him on the chair.
"Alright" he finally decided looking up at her.
"But first thing," he stands up from the wooden chair and stands by the wooden table,"You must be fed."
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   (   WISPERS AT THE WOODS )
"Nice place." She comments while her feet step on more leaves,crunching beneath her.
Her eyes looking at her sides,and meeting more and more green.
"Oh,yes. I was told..."he comments more like in a mumble and she can't hear the rest of his sentence."
She ran up to match up next to him in front. "So...were are we going with so much silence...I tought you made sure no one was here."
"Caution," he narrows at her,then turns to look at her"You can't never be sure of being-"
"Move,and off with your head."