A few days now separate us from the Dark Dinner, and we wanted to tell you a scary tale that will be told by Amelia Bottle Bottoms.
The title is: The portraits.
A hunter, after spending an entire day in his hobbies, he found himself in the midst of a vast forest. It was already getting dark and the man, having lost its bearings, he decided to proceed in the same direction until he exits the increasingly dense and oppressive vegetation.
After hours of walking, he reached a wooden hut in a small clearing. Since night had fallen, he decided to see if it was possible to spend the night inside the building. He approached and found the door half opened.
There was no one inside. The hunter lay on the only bed, thinking that, at worst, he could apologize to the owners the next morning.
Looking around, he was surprised to see all the walls adorned with several portraits, all extremely realistic. Without exception, they showed close-ups of faces that watched the hunter with features contorted by hatred and malice. The hunter felt very uncomfortable and had to strive hard to ignore those paintings. He turned his face against the wall and, exhausted, finally fell asleep.
The next morning the man woke up, turned and looked around, blinking his eyes in the blinding sunlight that seemed to come from any direction in the room. Looking up, he found that the hut, in fact, had no pictures on the walls.
There were only windows.
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