He would say that she had been swallowed by the darkness. At least he would when he finally talked, but that wouldn't be for a while. Doesn't really matter though. The man walking his dog was of little importance. Not to them anyway.
It was all about Annabelle Lee; the girl who had lied. She hadn't meant to lie of course, none of them had. But that didn't matter either. A lie was a lie. They had found her now, and as she whispered truths into the night, the shadows in the moonlight began to shudder. And howl. And pounce.
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