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“The night is dark and full of terrors” – Game of Thrones
She only knew the way by watching the Dog Star. If she kept it on her right side through the meadow, she would be safe. In the thick woods where the star wasn’t visible, she had marked a few trees to show her the way. The woods weren’t dangerous or frightening during the day but at night she wanted to make quick work of them.
It was only a legend after all, no one had seen anything ethereal in the last century. However, the stories were chilling and Sophia took no chances. Every step was rehearsed in the daylight, and at night when this trek was necessary, she was confident as she could be all would be well.
Growing up with those scary stories, it was difficult for any child to feel comfortable in the darkness. It was not ghosts they really feared, because every old home had a ghost of sorts. It might be in the form of a moving window curtain, a slammed door when no one was close to it, or a creaking from the attic floorboards, all indications of a half-welcomed guest. Sophia was fairly used to the idea that family members never really left earth, but stayed close in spirit form, and it never frightened her, just startled her once in a while.
The nightly travels from her work to home were practiced. She had many times pretended to be chased or followed and arranged hiding places or safe caves she could duck into if needed. The Dog Star seemed to be a faithful companion on these nightly trips, ever vigilant, watching over her till she arrived home safely.
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