Transcript of A scrawled note
A Scrawled Note
I have seen them, the Empty Children, hiding in the shadows. Those dread silhouettes watch me with hungry eyes and I know that my days are at an end. They wait for me in the Wards district, in an abandoned house near the armoury. I don't know what it is that I have done to offend them - what foul sin I have committed to urge these beasts to hunt me. But they hunt me all the same.
As I walked home, a beggar grabbed my arm and warned me that they were coming. Warned me that I was next. The fear in his eyes was more powerful even than the stench he exuded. When I asked him what I could do to avoid them, he simply laughed.
'You would never pay the price.'
I asked him again what it was that they demanded, but he just shook his head and laughed and then he stumbled off into the darkness. He's wrong, of course, I would pay any price to be free from these hungry ghosts. I left offerings at the door to that abandoned house, of bread, meat, fruits and coin. I can only pray that it will be enough.