The hill, the church, the graveyard were all gone, even the sun had disappeared,
leaving them in the middle of a cold darkness, one that had followed Conor ever since his mother had first been hospitalized,
from before that when she’d started the treatments that made her lose her hair,
from before that when she’d had flu that didn’t go away until she went to a doctor and it wasn’t flu at all,
from before even that when she’d started to complain about how tired she was feeling,
ever since before all that, ever since forever, it felt like, the nightmare had been there,
stalking him, surrounding him, cutting him off, making him alone. It felt like he’d never been anywhere else.
“Get me out of here!” he yelled. “Please!” It is time, the monster said again, for the fourth tale.
“I don’t know any tales!” Conor said, his mind lurching with fear.
If you do not tell it, the monster said, I shall have to tell it for you.
It held Conor up closer to its face. And believe me when I say, you do not want that.
“Please,” Conor said again. “I have to get back to my mum.” But, the monster said, turning across the blackness,
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