Went back to the shelter where I encountered something I can’t explain. It was an evil presence. This is my very own attempt at doing a Blair Witch project. Quite the success as the film quality is poor, script pitiful and plot confusing ( very much like the original film). At least my acting is authentic because I am just being me. As dusk darkened the forest gorge, a witch approached the shelter near the stream. Closer and closer she drew until she stopped just outside the light from my campfire. Since I had no more wood to feed the fire, it started to die down. She grew closer as the flames flickered lower. In desperation, I summoned spiritual protection. A wave of wind blasted down towards the shelter and entered where I was hunkered in the corner. A face emerged from the wind, half lion, half woman and confronted the witch. She kept me safe until dawn. I awoke startled as if from a nightmare. The embers of the fire lay smoldering. Birds chirped deep in the forest, and the sun penetrated its canopy. A distant shriek echoed through the trees. Was it an hawk or something else.
wrathful empathies – An American Folktale
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