Lefu

Have you heard the story of The Wicked Road?

At night when the moon is new and the stars shine bright in the sky. When the wind is still and the people are sleeping you can just barely hear the sound of claws scratching frantically at wood. You can barely make out the sounds of panic breaths and rushed steps. On the road where the bookstore sits, tucked away in an unassuming corner there was once a time when the island was young that it was a renowned general store. It always seemed to have oddities that other places did not, well stocked and fairly priced. A wonderful place to be until the sun set and doors were locked when store owner would makes his rounds of the streets after dark; taking unsuspecting women and children back to his store and down into the basement. The rumors that surround this man suggested that he harvested his victims in the same manner a butcher might and used various pieces of them to be sold the next day. With countless women and children missing and all signs pointing toward the store it wasn’t long before the store keeper was found out and bludgeoned to death. A small retribution for his victims, his store left to waste away with paint peeling and warped woodwork. The store was left to waste away in the shadow of the town as it grew into a city until a witch attuned to spirits chanced upon it and made it into her own. A bookstore that housed the angry spirits of both murderer and victims.