Wootton is a horror story within itself, If you believe in Ghouls and Witches this is the place. Located on the most darkest recess of Satan’s inner Rectum, the people there are mostly old people who live there, Waiting to ripped from the fabric of life.
Wootton has a fleet of Ambulances, ready on stand by to take the dead to the local mortuary. Every day you hear on the loud speakers” Bring out your Dead. Bring out your Dead”. You see Dead bodies on the driveways, just dumped like rubbish. It would make a flytipper’s dream come true. Wootton hasn’t recovered from the Black death, since the 14th century and it’s Ghouls still walk the streets. Still infected with the plague, it’s best not to walk the streets of Wootton at night. You would be attacked or bitten by the Undead and you will be turned into a Zombie.
The Wicked Witch of the West, also lives in Wootton, with her army of Flying Monkeys, this cannibal eating woman, who’s age would make the the pyramids look new. likes middle aged morsals as pray. Sadism is her pleasure time and she likes to stalk and likes to play hide and seek with her victims. Her Flying Monkeys are her servants and they like to please her every whim. Originally they were young yobs or hoodies with a criminal records as long as your arm. They were turned into their primate state due to the Witches curse.
On a Full Moon you can see these Zoids at work doing high criminal behaviour in the local villages. It’s not wise to venture out at night, you could die.
If you take my advice don’t got to Wootton or walk there at night, you probably be turned in a servant of the undead or knifed, robbed or murdered by the Flying Monkeys, or end up in the Witches Pot. Don’t take this lightly.
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