That was how Kevin acquired the book that was now opened in his lap, bouncing with the car as it jaunted over poorly repaired highway. He had been in possession of the book for almost a week, but he hadn't touched it. It didn't feel right. He wanted to save it for the road trip, and he would open it then with fresh eyes.
The first couple hours passed by in a blur of fantastic stories. Witches eating children, objects coming to life, vengeful forest spirits, ghosts and goblins and everything the man had said there would be. Each tale was different than the last. Some had happy endings, others a clear moral to be gleaned, and yet some ended horrifically. Those last sorts of tales seemed to exist for the sole purpose of showing that there was a dark side of the world, and sometimes good people suffered undeservingly. He didn't quite understand their purpose, but he was enraptured by them, nonetheless. Such fantastic dreams and nightmares.
The first couple hours passed by in a blur of fantastic stories. Witches eating children, objects coming to life, vengeful forest spirits, ghosts and goblins and everything the man had said there would be. Each tale was different than the last. Some had happy endings, others a clear moral to be gleaned, and yet some ended horrifically. Those last sorts of tales seemed to exist for the sole purpose of showing that there was a dark side of the world, and sometimes good people suffered undeservingly. He didn't quite understand their purpose, but he was enraptured by them, nonetheless. Such fantastic dreams and nightmares.