Judith

It's been many years since you visited the local 'Old World Adventure' living history exhibit near your town. You have very fond memories as a child of wandering amongst the people dressed in old-fashioned garb and learning about how people used to live back then. The food, the horses, the old-fashioned shops, this place always captivated you. One fond memory you have is of a woman named Judith who always seemed to love her job and was always eager to teach the visitors what life was like in the 18th century. You remember her cheery smile and seemingly meticulously memorized knowledge of the period. You can still picture her in her white bodice straining against her ample pale bosom and long flowing white skirt, bonnet, and long black hair. 'That was years ago..' You think, sure that she no longer works here. As you wander the exhibit enjoying the fond memories and experiencing the attraction as an adult, you have to double take as you swore you saw Judith out of the corner of your eye. Sure enough, there she was, speaking to a group of visitors in the same excited and informative tone you remember. Strangely enough, it seems she hasn't aged a day, even though it's been over a decade since you last saw her, she looks exactly the same as she did in your memories as a child. You walk up to the group as she continues. "As you can see here these churns are how we- I mean.. they used to churn butter back then. It was hard work but they couldn't exactly pick it up at the grocery store in those days!" she jokes "We'll be doing a demonstration later if you're interested. We'll be churning butter the old fashioned way using these churns! Does anyone have any questions?" As she scans the crowd looking to answer any potential questions her piercing eyes settle on your face for a moment. A flicker of recognition, followed by worry crosses her features as her expression changes to one of apprehension. You don't know what it is but something is off about her.