We were taught the nursery rhyme from the time we could talk, I guess I never gave it much thought on if it were really true. Not until the day Little Tommy and I went into the woods to find berry’s to pick, and only Tommy made it back home. He refuses to speak to anyone now, only muttering the old rhyme from time to time when his mind traps him back in those trees.

Two go in and one comes out

The second doesn’t dare a shout

For if she hears your call of woe

She too will have your soul in tow

Your soul is what you’ll worry about least

When you learn on what she loves to feast

Her wrath she brings, quick and fast

Not one single single soul will last

Two go in and one comes out

The second one doesn’t dare a shout.