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Chapters (18)
  1. Table of Contents
  2. Someone decorated my house for Christmas
  3. I found a dead bird in the mailbox
  4. The Monster of Memory
  5. The Extra House
  6. “If you were to eat me, what part would you start with?”
  7. No one believes that I have a twin.
  8. I heard seven words and now I’m in Hell
  9. They took my eyes
  10. My childhood monster has been trapped in a basement for twenty years.
  11. Marrowtooth
  12. Victorian Steampunk Cosplayer Cannibals Just Killed My Wife
  13. Knife Control
  14. The Bowl of Pripyat
  15. The Bowl of Pripyat: Blood on the Mirror
  16. The Bowl of Pripyat:  If you run with wolves, you learn to howl.
  17. What my bodycam saw at Whispering Oaks
  18. The Halloween Room

Rusty was trying to twist to see me now as he stammered out words fast and hard. “Tommy, don’t do it, man. I’m fucked up, I know it. But I’m your brother. I love you. This thing…I think it messed with me. Made me do bad things. It’s some kind of fucked up monster, and I don’t blame you for abandoning me, for leaving me with it, but I need you now. We can beat it together, just don’t let it…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

I felt Rusty tense slightly. “What?”

“I said shut up. I should have stopped you when we were kids, but I can’t change that. But I can sure as shit stop you from hurting him or anyone else ever again.”

Rusty gritted his teeth. “You picking that fucking thing, that fucking monster, over your own brother?”

I dug my forearm into his neck so hard I felt his tendons creak. “The only monster down here is you.” Looking up at Harvey, I nodded. “Do it.”

It really did happen quickly. Harvey trailed his fingers over Rusty’s face before pressing hard against his forehead. In a deeper, rumbling voice, he spoke a phrase as Rusty began to wail again for the final time. “Kravosch enlea. Selah.”

And then Rusty was just…gone. It was strange, because it wasn’t like he vanished, not exactly. It was more like he was sitting in the corner and I just kept forgetting he was there. I looked around, and I thought I saw a faint shadow nearby, but when I tried to focus on it, it went away. Turning back to Harvey as I sat up, I asked if that was it.

He nodded with a sigh. “Yes. Rusty’s part is finished.”

Standing up, I bent down and reached for the hammer. “Then let me finish getting you out.”

It took another twenty minutes to break enough of the barrier to free Harvey, and when I was finished, I set the tools down and asked him if it was time for me to pay my price too. He made a sound that might have been a chuckle as he slowly moved out of the circle.

“Help me outside if you will. We can talk about it there.”

I took his large, slender hands and felt myself wince at how fragile they felt in my grip. Trying to be gentle, I walked with him through the door and into the afternoon sunshine. The moment the light hit him, Harvey began to change. His head filled out and his body thickened from a slight figure to a massive frame that dwarfed my own. All across his body I could see new leaves and branches growing and filling in ragged gaps that had been there moments before, and across his broad, barrel chest I could see flowering moss spreading like deep green fur.