The echoing mournful cries come from deep within the old well.

A ancient dark evil dwells there.

The crumbling abandoned house empty for many years, Sits tucked away in the black withered trees that line the forgotten property.

The odd stench of rot and stale water mingle in the air.

She waits trapped inside.

Two broken bent distorted twisted limbs, red rimmed dark eyes.

She resides deep down in the bottom of the slick, damp, mossy well.

She hungers to be free longing for anyone to come.

The breeze carries her sorrowful calls for help.

The bus sits at the side of the road, Tire flat.

Anxious children wait for back up to come.

The old driver states to the children not to wander far.

Her cries for help carry in the brisk wind.

The bored restless small boy, and one little girl hear her calls.

They venture carefully peering over into the crumbling wells dim walls.

The unsuspecting curious boy leans a bit within yelling "hello?"

She beckons them with a cry for help.

The girl squeals in fright and backs away.

The boy stays searching for a long branch to pull her from the well.

She continues to cry from deep within the dank depths.

Longing to kill and twist the limbs off her innocent unsuspecting victims.

She craves to have a human form.

Her need to feed off their fear, collecting souls and ripping away their limbs.

Her drive to eradicate all life.

She mimics frantic screams.

The small boy lowers the long tree branch down into the wells dank, darkened depths.

He braces himself at the edge of the well as she ascends.

Unnaturally tall, severely thin.

She slowly emerges pale, moist, slimey skin, sparse black matted hair, red rimmed bloodshot eyes,  black lips in a grim line.

Ragged black cloth covering her crippled hideous bent bony form.

The frighten boy screams and runs falling, he strikes his head on a nearby rock.

She slithers on the ground.

Propelling her crippled form through the brittle dead grass with two bent protruding bony limbs.

The boy nearly in her grasp. 

"at last" she hisses relentless greed in her hexing stare.

The blast from the horn of the nearby bus wakes the boy.

He screams in distress and fear trying to run away. 

The bus driver searches the area looking for any sign of the missing boy.

The small girl tells of the cries from the women in the well.

Laying on the ground all that's found is one tattered bloody little shoe.

The search ensues tell late into the night.

She silently watches crouched in a tree the boys small limbs protruding from her body in a unnatural disturbing way.

She now crawls on six disproportioned limbs.

Still longing to feed her everlasting need to claim more.

Waiting to steal their limbs.

As the sky quickly dims and deep darkness falls.

She will crookedly crawl back into the walls of the crumbled old well.

Waiting to beckon and call her next victim in.

If your near and hear her mournful calls swifty run before death befalls.

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