Legend had it that there was a cave of power hidden in those woods. Where water ran so cold no matter the year, so clear no matter weather. Where the cave itself harbored strange happenings. Legend had it that a person of pure heart could only enter. All the others would perish and be lost forever to wander the surrounding woods. At night, when the lost camper would wander to close, wailing songs and sorrowful whisperings would drive them raving mad back from wence they came.
There was infact a cave there, and yes death was associated with the gaping maw and cold wind that blew from it. A figure could sometmies be seen standing in the shadow of the mouth at certain sunsets, but no one knew for sure, and no one ever stuck around past moonrise to find out. But it was tradition for cub scouts and campers to dare their friends to go to the mouth cave and call upon the spirits there, or even to retrieve a stone from the bowels. No one ever made it past the mouth of the cave, but perhaps today on this downpour, in the middle of a bitter winter night would drive a poor lost soul into the cave, and with it its secrets to be unlocked.
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