#fromep

You must be so afraid. I'm sorry you won't be here to see what comes next. It's always my favorite part. It's the part I wish could last forever. Would you like to know why? This is when they tear themselves apart.

There is something old here, something... ancient. And it's feeding off our suffering and it doesn't stop. Even after we die, we are still trapped here. And we never get to leave.

The world was so fucking scary, but if I could believe in magical things, then that was something no one could ever take away. Look, we have seen so much darkness. We've lived with so much fear. I need to believe in magical things.

The children, the seven kids, they kept saying this word, over and over again: "Anghkooey." When we played the song at the tree, it was like something unlocked, and we finally understood. Anghkooey... it means 'remember', and we did.

Who the fuck likes it anywhere? It's a forest full of nightmares.

People think the Bible's a fixed object - something written, completed. But how can the story be finished if all the players remain on stage? We call it "The Good Book," but... did you know it's actually comprised of 73 books? Did you know that? Matthew, Mark, Romans, Corinthians. Seventy-three books. All filled with tales of miracle and wonder. But there's also darkness in the Bible. Gruesome, horrible things. You know, since the night I arrived, there seems to be a question I keep coming back to. Seventy-three books. What if we, the people of this town, are living the book that has yet to be written? What if this is Book 74? And what if we were chosen?