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There once was an old man, stooped low with shockingly white hair and peculiar eyes that changed color in the light. all the children murmured " witch...witch" as they passed his house which stood at the edge of Falling Cliff. It was stained with smoke and creaked in the night, moaning like a dying woman taking her last breath. The old man lived alone, after his wife and child left him. The adults whispered " murder...murder.." but he did not listen. If they looked at the man they would see he was transparent, with his mouth stained with blood as though it gurgled in his throat. They did not see him vanish at dawn as he hunted down the wife and child that killed him.
