Everyone stays inside and locks the doors during the nights. Wind whispers and shrieks outside, tugging at houses, trying to get in. Strange noises echo into the valley, bouncing off the rocks. Voices half-heard, never understood; screams of terror; shouts. It’s known that something is on the mountain, and that night is its time. All things that happen at night come from it. No one has ever climbed Bald Mountain and come back… http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
It’s known that something is on the mountain, and that night is its time. All things that happen at night come from it.
No one has ever climbed Bald Mountain and come back…
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...