Cunning Folk

by Adam L.G. Nevill

One foot simply followed the other before caution and restraint fired the first warning shots.

The wood is strange and tense like an empty room in a game of hide and seek, waiting to be searched.

I’d warrant that one of the greatest horrors of all, for so many, will not be what you actually live, eat and sleep inside, and call home, but what lives next door to you. The neighbours.