The Sentinel of the Greenwood

Diary of Rev. H. C. Willoughby
Greenwood Parish, October 3rd, 1849

"Tonight I saw it. Beneath the old yew, the air fell silent. A figure pale as bark appeared, lantern in hand. No flame burned - only a trembling shard of alien light. It revealed what the forest allowed, and hid far worse. I fled before it could name me. Those who answer are undone, then remade. Their souls hang upon them like worn coats, thin and heavy with dread. "