My mouth opened in a scream that echoed through the night. And my grandmother laughed and laughed with her best wicked witch cackle.
I ran upstairs to hide in her room, almost tripping over Arcano on the way, who was lying right on the steps. The black cat meowed, annoyed that I had disturbed his sleep, flicking his tail from side to side.
Needless to say, I never brought that subject up with her again.
And yet, here I was, seeing the same men from that night so many years ago, right in front of me.
And they hadn’t changed at all.
I shook my head to myself. It would be foolish to start believing in local legends now. At twenty-five years old, with white hairs starting to appear on my head and wrinkles threatening to form on my face.
"Wait a second, I know you," I said, pointing an ac
