“Fear cannot touch me . . .” Before she closed her eyes, Meredith saw Greg look nervously from Stephen to Brandon. “It can only taunt me, it cannot take me, just tell me where to go . . .” She opened her eyes slightly. Greg had taken Brandon’s hand. She shut her eyes by the time Brandon gripped hers. “I can either follow, or stay in my bed . . .” Meredith knew the circle was complete. While she didn’t quite know what it meant for them to hold hands like this, she knew that Stephen’s voice seemed louder than the growls of the angry storm overhead. “I can hold on to the things that I know . . .” Another roll of thunder passed. Meredith felt it in her chest. Stephen paused to let it fade before he continued. “The dead stay dead, they cannot walk. The shadows are darkness. And darkness can’t talk.” No one”