Wailing the Wicker Woman shook feverently—I took it as my sign to run.
Jumping to my feet I raced back to the door only to find it had already somehow been shut. The wailing of the woman filled the chamber as I searched for something to pry it open with.
“Do you remember?” Koli was clutching onto the woman's one meaty arm, a look of hope on her beautifully tragic face. “Please—”
“Get off of me! Get that thing out of here.”
The Wicker woman was frantic as she shoved Koli as far away as she could, which was surprisingly really far. Turning she fled from the room back into the darkness. However, her whimpering could still faintly be heard.
The stiff chamber air was clogged with the sounds of crying. Coming from both Koli and the Wicker Woman.
“No!” A familiar voice cries next to my ear
