Legend of Jack Riddle

Legend of Jack Riddle — page 3
After half an hour she reached the boundary of the forest In front of her was an ancient wooden gate She grasped the top feeling its pitted rough surface She pulled it to one side and stepped into the village The gate groaned and slammed shut behind her She walked across the cobblestones ignoring the sharp edges on her cold feet In front of her right in the middle of the village square was her destination The hangman's gallows But she hesitated when she saw the wooden structure loom before her A twisted rope hung from the top and a wicked looking noose was attached to the end She stared at it with a mixture of fear and fascination It hadn't been there the day before But the villagers had all heard the thump of the workmen's hammers and knew what was being built and why The Gingerbread Witch would hang the next day The wind suddenly whistled through the square making the wooden boards creak and moan Gretel gasped as the rope swung slowly in the breeze It looked like it was reaching for her But she lifted her chin and walked stubbornly to the foot of the platform Ain't nothin or nobody gonna stop me from seein this she whispered into the deserted square There was a high pitched giggle from the trees behind her She froze What if it was the fairy folk She was here all alone with them at night Gretel was terrified of the fairy folk They were evil little monsters who curdled the cows milk and stole children She didn't want the fairy folk to take her away But nothing happened there was only the whistling wind Carefully she crept underneath the gallows and sat down at the back far from sight Pulling her dress down over her knees for warmth she settled down to wait for dawn