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As he trekked into the night, the campfire acting as a beacon for him
he continued to drink…
Twenty minutes later with the beer jug now empty he slowly came upon the mysterious camp. His congenial manner
was now being overtaken by nervousness; he was having a hard time focusing his eyes and was having difficulty maintaining
his balance. He sees several men about the fire, and as he lowers himself into the safety of some bushes, he falls
and land awkwardly. A sharp pain shoots up from his left ankle. "Shit" he whispers into the night as
he lies there, and examines the scene in front of him. He holds his breath in horror at the site that meets his
eyes. Three men, including the friendly brew master he had met that afternoon were carefully attending to their
task at hand. Over the fire a large wooden frame had been constructed, and tied by rope to it hung a man's limp
body. He appeared to be already dead, and had been stripped bare and hung upside down. The brewers using what appeared
to be razor blades were cutting slits in the dead man's wrists. It reminded Josh of how maple is drawn from the
tree, slowly and delicately dripping... Despite his horror he felt an urge to take a closer look…The blood was
dripping into a cauldron over the fire….He began to scream uncontrollably as he read the words hand written on
the front of the cauldron. "Witches brew 6.9APV".
Suddenly the men paused from their meticulous task, and started running furiously towards Josh, who was now screaming
hysterically…He attempts to get up and run…Yet, the pain in his ankle and the dizziness in his head makes him fall
once more….
Josh was never to be seen again. Chester went back several times in search of him, and as he sat there in the brewery
explaining his friends disappearance, once more the head brewer came over and offered him a free jug of beer.
"I think you will this batch particularly tasty".
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