“Tonight I’m going to tell you the story about Jack. Jack was a young man, a man living here in this village. Jack walked the streets late at night, strode when everyone else had gone to bed.
Jack was the night guard, the man who lit the street lamps at night. The watchman, the man who kept us all safe.”
All the children listened carefully. Old Davick took a deep breath, and went on with his story.
“One night Jack saw something on top of the high mountain top behind the village. The old legends say it’s holy, but there are even older legends saying it is cursed.
He saw something move up there, something big, rounding the top before it disappeared… (more)
