Inside the Garden

Wrenching your other hand free of suddenly clinging jaws, you scramble to the top of the gates. You hear the snapping of teeth in your wake as more and more little heads snake out of the ironwork.

You haul yourself over the railing and catch a brief glimpse of rolling hills and a mist shrouded forest in the distance. As you hang from the top of the gate, working up the nerve to drop, you hear a shrill giggle. Looking up you see the tiny demonic faces peeking over.

You let go and launch yourself into the garden.

With a bone-crunching thud you land on the cultured lawn. You lie still for a moment listening to the breath whistling in and out of your lungs.

After a moment you feel stronger. You raise your head and look around. In the eerie quiet you see a dense forest, a cultivated garden with an enormous hedge maze at its centre and what looks like a large cottage in the distance.

Brushing yourself off you decide to head for...
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