Me and some of the older folk in the village have tried to calm things down. Tried everything we could think of. Reasoned with people. Berated other’s foolishness. But all to no avail.
There’s something rotten in this village and I know not what. All I can say is that it started after that mob went to Ms Jessop’s cottage.
Another family moved away today, more who have had enough, who have become fearful of this place and the so-called visits of the corn mother.
I saw them with all they could carry on the back of a cart. They wouldn’t even tell me where they were going. They’re not the first and shall not be the last. What started as a trickle is becoming a flood.
