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By morning, Cole was gone. His side of the bed was empty. In his place, curled on the pillow, was a small, brown rat with a terrified look in its eyes. Leo’s mother screamed. Leo did not. He simply walked to the cage in the corner, opened the door, and watched the rat scurry into the walls.

Outside, the sun rose over Mercy Falls. The stuffed bass on the wall gleamed. The raccoon snarled its eternal snarl. And the children, who knew nothing of contracts or cruelty, whispered a new rumor to one another: that if you left a bent silver whistle on Barbara Devil’s doorstep, she would come for you. barbara devil

But to save you from becoming a monster before it was too late. By morning, Cole was gone

Other incidents followed. A drunk who tried to burn down her shop was found wandering the highway three days later, convinced he was a field mouse. A real estate developer who tried to buy her land at a fraction of its value woke up with a perfect circle of feathers glued to his eyelids. He couldn’t remove them for a week. Leo’s mother screamed