Classical music was playing quietly, glasses were clinking and there was distant chatting coming from the garden and the dining room too. A boy remained stood in the garden, moving at his mothers call. The boy smiled and nodded at his parents fellow friends. "Mother, May I please go further down into the garden?" He asked politely, a posh English accent following his voice. "Of course my darling. Vincent, do be careful." She stayed in a rather serious tone, an English accent following her voice too. Most obviously the fourteen year old boy was not going to follow the warning that his mother had just gave him.
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The Garden
HorrorThe Charles family is throwing a party, what will happen when young Vincent Charles heads into the woods and finds an old oak tree?
