Ebube’s horse had risen quickly and taken off like a mad dog. Ebube remained on the ground a while, gathering his wits. Then he climbed to his feet. From the tree where a hand had appeared and grabbed the horse, a human form slowly emerged. Even though it was sunset and darkness had set in, Ebube could clearly see the figure. It was a male corpse in a state of decay, covered in a shroud.
The “form” stood erect and uttered, “Ebube the great one in our abode in the evil forest! Unimaginable!”
Ebube thought, “This cannot be real. Have I lost my mind? This cannot be happening.”
“Silence!” Ebube commanded the creature, drawing his machete.
Eight more creatures like it emerged from other trees, and slowly walked towards him. “Have you come here to escape your fate?” they asked in unison.
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