Dark, Damp, Wet: Prompt 3

Let me tell you how I was nearly killed by a little girl in a spooky house.

My mother had told me to leave Inkling to find a mushroom for a client. “Why, a little girl came to me, asking for a specific mushroom in south Faedin. She doesn’t look like it, but she’s extremely wealthy and is paying a hefty fee.” My face scrunched up skeptically, because obviously I wasn’t about to spend my Saturday finding a mushroom, when she mentioned she would give me 1,000 Agaricus, and I snapped to the job. Filling my bag with all I thought I would need, I assumed myself to be ready. This was extremely naive. The jeep my mother had rented bumped through the path as I made my way to the southern edge of Faedin, screeching to a stop, and nearling toppling over. I slammed the brakes, twisting the steering wheel and hurtling through the path as I came to a stop. The car wasn’t broken, but obviously I couldn’t go on like this. Then came the decision of walking alone. Curse myself. I made my way, eye peering out for the mushrooms that had brought me here. I didn’t even notice when I made my way to the rickety, old house that would be my doom. But the girl noticed. I really wish she hadn’t.

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