Beware of the Crooked Tree on old Thrall Road. Only the dead birds roost there, and dead children smile among the roots. Old spirits are often slow to die and bitter. The Crooked Tree is the bitter almonds of cynaide kisses and branches with strangler's hands. Do go out on Trall Road when the moan is full and the wind is mournful. That is when the Crooked Tree beckons and many will not return.
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STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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