“I don’t believe in ghost stories, kid.”, the man replied with a huff. It was why he was here in the first place -people had warned him, had told him not to do this, but he didn’t give a damn about what they had to say. The forest could be as creepy as it wanted to be, he would get his wood.
“Now run off and tell your stories those superstitious townsfolk if it amuses you so. I don’t have time for this.”.
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