Hex

by Thomas Olde Heuvelt

Every last grain of idealism would be sacrificed on the altar of safety.

“You deserve Doodletown, mister man!” Griselda shrieked after him.

They looked like people who knew they had done something dreadful, something irreversible … and something they could easily live with.

And then—what next? What do you think the officials at The Point can do … Avada Kedavra and the witch is gone?

This is all it takes for people to plunge into insanity: one night alone with themselves and what they fear the most.

The infant’s only answer to the cruel hallucination of birth was to scream … so that’s what Grim did.

One evil spawned another, greater evil, and ultimately everything could be traced back to Black Spring. Black Spring had brought this upon itself.

Damn those people. Damn their never-ending chain of selfish choices. Damn their refusal to seek reconciliation, damn their inability to love, damn their sick insistence to see the ugly, not the good.