Last night the old woman warned us that something or someone was hanging around the house. Watching out so that we were unseen, we observed through a window two big creatures of monstruous appearance that were inspecting the place. One of them was carrying something on its hand.
After some minutes looking at them, we heard some voices that were somehow familiar to us and shivering we understood that the shape-shifters were back.
After walking around for a while they went towards the stables and before we could do something to stop her, the hermit run towards them, probably to protect the animals. The phooka and the puck quickly leapt on her and we, armed with iron fireplace pokers, went to her aid.
It all happened too fast. Soon the shape-shifters were running away, now in their small true appearance, leaving behind the bundle one of them was carrying: our notebook.
We picked it up still scared but also relieved and as we stepped into de house again, a noise attracted our attention. We turned back and saw the phooka, who was playing its flute very close to us, and in the twinkling of an eye it used the instrument as a blowpipe and shot a small spear...
...directly to our hostess' chest.
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