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That’s why it’s a deep, dark fear, yeah? Because you can’t stop it. Not completely.”
“Loss,” he said, simply. “I fear…losing the things I care for.”
“I fear…being lost in the dark.”
“It’s a recurring nightmare I have. Being lost somewhere very dark, and I’m all alone, and no matter how loudly I yell no one answers me.”
A deep, dark fear was so much worse when there was very little you could do to prevent it.
That was something Jen had noticed was missing from Doubtful’s high school: everything and everyone seemed so colorless, as if they were afraid of being noticed.
That the men dug further than they were supposed to and unlocked something ancient and evil.
“A portion of the town believes the Stitcher is a monster,” Abby said. “Something evil and ancient that was woken inside the mines.
We want to feel that we have control over our destiny, that we wouldn’t ever make the same mistakes that cost someone else everything.
“What if you made a mistake, and Vickers is just some guy who gets off on being the local boogeyman? What if he’s playing up his involvement to get more of a reaction?”
“There are no other suspects. If we’re wrong, it can only mean the Stitcher isn’t human at all. That the legend is true. That the Stitcher is some monster.
that’s true… I don’t think that’s a world I know how to live in.”
She’d already seen three body bags carried out, and they still weren’t done.
Rot lurked beneath a pretty veneer.
Why didn’t I hear her?
“Hope didn’t make any sound,” Abby said. It hit her like a jolt. She’d been woken by a noise, yes—but not her sister’s voice. Not a scream or a cry for help. If she’d heard that, she wouldn’t have lost time checking her phone or watching her clock or wandering along the hallway to her mother’s room.
“There are never any witnesses,” Rhys said, speaking carefully, “Even when others are nearby.”
But in every case? No one, no matter their personality or temperament, ever made a sound?
The locations had seemed too scattered, though; too random. They’d given it up as a false lead.
Stay alive, Hope. No matter what. Give me enough time to find you.
only one of them ever came back.”
There’s no color in Doubtful,
she’s influenced by whatever makes things go weird around here.”
Bridgette Holm.
When the Stitcher decides to take someone, it’s all empty, hopeless luck.”
I was in the mines.
In darkness that intense, you lose the ability to tell time, to judge distance, or to even know where your arms and legs are in relation to one another. It’s oppressive in a way that breaks spirits and crushes hope.
it seemed to know the darkness intimately.
All it knew was the darkness,
“But, if you do, crawl away from the threads. The denser they are, they closer you are to the heart of its lair. And that’s not somewhere you ever want to be.”
If you knew the truth about the Stitcher, how could you have protected yourselves better? What could you
I could no longer try to force the truth on people who didn’t want to hear it. If anyone wanted it, they could ask.
“A monster born of man, yes.” He nodded. “I suspect there is very little, if anything, of Silas’s mind left at this point. It’s my belief that the gentle and patient man described in the accounts I’ve read died in the mine collapse.”
“Even people who are predisposed to believe in the supernatural don’t want to hear the story I just told.
People were near the abduction sites.
No screams. No cries for help. No sounds at all. This is why.
