Walking on circles

It's been a week sice we left the village to the moors and, after months of journey studying different kind of magical creatures, we don't understand how possibly we have been fooled by stray sods.

Remember watching where you step in and, if you feel disoriented, don't forget to turn your clothes inside out!

The Lord of the Hill

Thanks to the help of our new gnome friends, we were able to know in which hill the faeries were supposed to keep the kidnapped baby.

According to our sources, the burning of thorns on top of a faerie hill obligues the faeries to release captive children, so having studied the area during last week, and equiped with different means of protection against faeries, last night we went back to the hill.

At the very moment the smoke started to ascend to the sky, a group of creatures of different shape and size appeared right in front of us, leaded by who might be the Lord of the Hill, who after staring at us with a look of disdain, disappeared again followed by his crew, leaving after them a small nosy bale wrapped in fabrics. Hoping not to raise the wrath of the faeries towards the village, we left an offering of milk, honey and bread in its place.

Now the baby is in the village, safe with his mother . The only problem is how to make him eat human food again.

Help from below

The child is still missing. Everyone in the village have been searching for more than a week already, but no trace of the baby at all, and the bad weather doesn't help.

Today we've been searching in the moors again and, while the mother prays for help from above, we might have found it from below...

The Changeling

We have spent more than two weeks stuck in the village hadrly able to leave the inn due to the bad weather. With the exception of the household brownie who lives in the tavern and steals cookies every night, we've not been able to study other cases of paranormal activity... until today's afternoon.

A weeping woman has entered the inn desesperately asking for us. She was carrying what seemed to be a baby wrapped in a blanket. But it was not.

Faeries have stolen her child.

All Hallows Eve

During this week we have observed the relationship the inhabitants of the village have with the “supernatural”. In spite of not interacting directly with the “magical” creatures very often, they are totally aware of their existence and presence and superstitions are part of their traditions and daily life.

Yesterday night we were invited to celebrate all-hallows-eve with them and we observed a scene we had never imagined to see as we arrived. Every year around these days hundreds of will-o’-the-wisps gather in the moor close to the village and they offer an eerie show for the human observer.

Happy All Hallows Eve!

The Twilight Notebook's team wishes you a spooky All-Hallows-Eve!!

24th October

Yesterday night we came to a small village at the edges of the forest.

We are staying at the only inn of the village. It is also the only tavern and shop in the place, so our presence didn’t pass unnoticed. There was some kind of general expectation because very few outsiders come to this place.

Anyway the villagers seem to be quite kind and after some weeks walking through trees and undergrowth some sleeping under shelter and some human company will be appreciated… Although it seems that they are not the only inhabitants in this little village.