The one behind the oak tree is her – The White Lady. She's old and smells repugnant, she has long nails and discoloured teeth. She’s both terrifying and disgusting. 

– Dig! she orders you.
– But I do not have anything to…
– I said dig! She turns her gaze to you. Her pupils are e pale grey. You obey the command; you fall to your knees and start scratching the soil with your nails.


You take a step back.
You can’t do this, you have to wash your hands.
– Keep digging! The White Lady yells, but you are already running away

to the river
to the woods
over the glade