Here she comes

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.