There they go.
The townspeople glared at them as they walked there, each step longer , slower , more painful than the last .
The sacrifices were going to their resting ground , the garden of goodbyes .
It was a bittersweet place , born of the myths , the legends , the folklore of the lonely and decaying town.
Every 50 years , a family would be sent , the parents to the slaughter and the children as slaves of the wretched place.
Poor child , what have you done to deserve this?
To suffer eternally , to never leave nor escape , what have you done to meet this fate?
The footsteps came to a sudden stop .
They had reached.
As they stood in front of the dreary metal gates, they whispered their apologies to the child , all the things they wished to do together, all the things they couldn't.
The crawlers that clung to the gates had tightened with a snap , causing the gates to creak open in a painfully swift motion.
They stepped forward , and as swiftly as it opened , the gates had closed.
Thus came an end to a happy new family.