“It was exhilarating, the first time I killed someone. I was young, but I’d been wanting to do it as far back as I could remember.”
She was calm. She hadn’t been sure she would be.
A Tales from the Wood Story
She doesn’t understand social cues. She is unable to form meaningful bonds with people. Will she trust the one person she is supposed to be able to count on to help her? The one who claims not to hold her past against her?
This Tales from the Woods story shows the dark side of what can happen in Bear Wood. Are you prepared?
“How old are you now?”
“And how many people have you killed?”
“Thirteen.” What was that look she was seeing on his face? Shock? Disgust? It didn’t matter. “I’ve killed thirteen people.”
“Why do I do it? Or, why so many?”
“Because I want to. And, because I like it.”
“No, sir. I don’t think you do see.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You can’t. You don’t know me.”