Will shook his head and said, "No, you don't have to go!"

However, Josephine stroked her swollen belly and said firmly: "I'll go back with you."

Although they didn't say who it was, through a series of conversations between the two, they could already guess that it was Will's father, the storyteller Edward.

It's just that the dramatic progression of the plot is a bit surprising. She had cancer at the beginning and had to undergo chemotherapy?

The two boarded the plane.

The lights in the cabin were dim. Most of the passengers were asleep, including Josephine. Her head rested on Will's shoulder. Will looked at her sleeping form and gently stroked her hair.

Later, a little boy sitting next to him caught Will's attention. Perhaps he was too bored. The little boy changed different gestures, and the light cast his hand shadow on the back of the chair. The hand shadows he made were really wonderful. At first, it was a

The flying bird, then turned into a monkey, and finally turned into a dog.

Will looked at the picture as if it brought back memories. The camera focused on the last hand shadow, which was a dog.

Along with the movements of the little boy's hands, the dog's shadow seemed to make a dog's unique sound.

The next moment, it turned out to be Edward making hand shadows. Will was still a little boy at that time. He was sitting on the floor in his pajamas. The lamp on the coffee table was placed between them. The light cast huge hand shadows on the wall.

superior.

"What story should we tell? The monkey in the barn? Or the dog on the road?"

As a little boy, Will said, "Tell me the story about the witch."

Edward shook his head: "Your mother won't let me tell you such stories again, you will have nightmares."

Little boy Will: "I'm not afraid."

Edward looked around to see if his wife could hear them, and then he leaned over to Will.

Edward whispered: "I'm not afraid either."

Will smiled, hearing stories like this excited him.

Edward continued: "All this happened in a swamp outside Ashton. Adults don't let children go to the swamp because there are venomous snakes, giant spiders and quicksand. They will kill you before you can scream.

Swallow you in one gulp. But that night, five of us went to the swamp: me, Rudy, Wilbur Freeley, brothers Don Price and Zacky Price."

Edward counted the names on his fingers.

"None of us knew what was going to happen."

He moved his hand from the desk lamp as he spoke.

The camera also switched, and a flashlight light swept across!

At night in the swamp, the moonlight is hazy.

Five children lined up and walked forward one after another. The four children in front all had flashlights on, but the last one kept stumbling and almost knocked down Edward, who was still a child.

Through the words of the little kids, the audience can understand that these little kids, including Edward, are here to find witches.

Edward continued to tell the story about the witch.

They came outside an old house, and the atmosphere here seemed a bit eerie.

Edward said: "Everyone now knows that most towns of a certain size have a witch who specializes in eating naughty children and puppies that accidentally break into their yards. The witches use the leftover bones to cast spells.

Curse to make the land barren."

The camera pulls back so that the audience can see the entire Gothic building: broken windows, climbing vines, and a monster-like gargoyle half buried in the soil. Even bats dare not fly over.

In the moonlight, the house looks particularly scary. Who knows what lurks in the shadows.

The adult Edward continued to tell his son: "Of all the witches in Alabama, there is one that is the most terrifying because she has a glass eye that is said to contain magic power."

The children looked inside from the door of the house.

While they were discussing, they approached the gloomy house.

Edward walked toward the front door of the house through the tall bushes, as if something would jump out of the bushes at any moment.

He stepped onto the porch, which creaked under his feet, but he kept walking. A cat jumped out from under a broken wicker chair with a scream. Edward held his breath and walked to the front door.

The door handle was made of brass and looked like a trumpet. Edward stretched his hand forward little by little and finally rang the doorbell. The door soon opened, and an old woman stood in front of the door, her left eye covered by an eyepatch. She

Like a zombie, too stiff to lie down.

Edward said calmly and straightforwardly: "Madam, my name is Edward Bloom, and someone wants to see your eyes."

Edward was waiting outside the gate. Every minute he waited, he became more convinced that he was dead. But Edward suddenly appeared behind the gate.

"Did you get the eyeball?" the boy asked!

Edward said expressionlessly: "I brought it."

Boy Don Price wonders: "Let's see."

The old woman stepped out of the shadows behind Edward and took off her eye patch. When the flashlight beam hit her left eye, her eyeball glowed like hell.

The camera focused on the boy, who was frightened by what he saw.
Chapter completed!