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When I was pre-teen, my brother and I used to stay at my dads every other weekend. Often we'd spend Sadturday exploring and playing in the pretty large woods that joined the top of the street. My brother often tried to put the shits up me about devil worshippers and such. I'd also heard stories about a coven of witches in a nearby village. My brother told me about a kid who'd been bullied and tortured around there years ago, but I think that was bull.

One such day we were a few miles away from the house, on pretty much the opposite side of the woods where they bordered some fields. We found a small clearing, a good few minutes walk away from even the nearest track. In the clearing there was a fire-circle and a really big flat-topped rock off to one side. On the big rock was a sheep skull with a ring of pebbles around it.

Needless to say, off we fucked rather sharpishly. But not before i'd taken the skull as a macabre ornament for my room!
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 21:29, Reply)