I write to you now in great fear. Things that haunt my every waking moment, and fill every unconscienceness with trepidation. Such coil that hath wrapped around every man, woman, and child at King Hrothgar's court, utter horror. It was only two nights ago that my comrades and I were having a fabulous feast in the Hart. The great Mead Hall of the ring-giver, King Hrothgar. Men stumbled about like mules, reeking of sweet mead. Having returned from a battle we filled our bellies with good food, and our hearts with the stories of the scop. The harp singing along with his praise. It had been a successful battle, so we were high in spirits.
             As the hours drew unholy, we began to prepare ourselves for slumber. Every man full and content, found places to call their own. Little corners belonging to big men. We curled into our small dens, with our minds wandering. I found myself stumbling a bit trying, as I had a little to drink that night. I chose a place under one of the wooden benches in the corner, wrapping my blanket around me, I then lay my heavy head to the wooden floor. Men all around me settled into their dreams, yet I had an uneasiness in my stomach. Something unholy filled the air with it's wretched scent. Yet at the time, I believed it only to be the mead, settling down in my belly. I began to think of our victory, and the glory we had won for our great King. The treasures and glory surrounding our king and court would be forever infinite, so long as we warriors proved brave, and loyal. In these thoughts I found myself growing weary. And soon I fell into slumber, unaware of the horrors that would come.
             I opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurred, and I rubbed them fiercely. Looking around the dark hall, I heard a small scratching. I began to look around at the other men, all sleeping, unaware of the sound. I raised my head to see what creature made such a sc
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