The girl whispered in a voice like that of a mourning ghost.
"He never should've turned his back.
Breath of old went down his neck
But when he turned the girl was gone.
In her stead , silence roamed.
Fear gripped his heart.
Through the forest he ran to grannies house.
There he found neither woman nor child
For one of old stood waiting instead."
The moment she said that he felt something breath on the back of his neck. He spun and stabbed the air but found nothing there.
The other two were startled by his actions and turned with him. None of them saw anything.
Naledi suddenly rolled on the ground, turned around and brandished her dagger. " I'm sure I felt something behind me." She said with sweat on her back.
He nodded, " Same." the two understood. They turned to opposite directions with their backs facing each other.
The dreamer girl was between them shaking with fear. They gripped their daggers so tight their knuckles turned white.
