Out There: He-s
Sammy. Sammy, where are you?
I’m here, Dad. I’m right here.
In the dark, Sam heard the front door swing open. He heard the crickets start up again, loud and frantic. And he heard his father’s voice, clearer now, coming from the edge of the woods. He-s Out There
She didn’t know. No one knew.
“You left him.” The thing took a step forward. The floor didn’t creak. “You were twelve years old. He went into the woods to find you, and you heard him calling. ‘Sammy. Sammy, where are you?’ And you hid. You put your hands over your ears and you hid in the hollow log until the sound stopped.” I’m right here
“You came back,” the thing said, and the voice came from everywhere—the walls, the floorboards, the dust motes dancing in the flashlight beam. “After all this time. I knew you would.” And he heard his father’s voice, clearer now,


