Every night turns colder than the last one here on the moors and more and more unknown creatures are coming by. We know they are there and, even if we can't see most of them, they do can see us.
Last night we were peacefully camping next to an improvised fire when the shapeshifters finally turned up. We believe they were a phooka and a puck. With some mixed feelings of excitement and growing fright we managed to talk to them for a while. That was our first "conversation" with supernatural creatures: an unfriendly conversation full of threats.
Fortunately we were wearing our iron amulets so they could not do us any harm. However they took everything else: our provisions, backpacks... and the Notebook.
