Elias Witherow

One that has haunted me for years and has been the cause of many restless nights.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go to bed early and wait for sunrise. Nothing good comes out of those hills on Halloween.”

I’m not going to tell you our band’s name, but we were big. Huge even.

More heavy breathing, then in a thick whisper, “Matt…he’s here.”

“Hehehehehehe…”

We tried. We tried everything. We burned him, shot him, cut him into pieces…but it never worked. He always came back.

Slowly, they all got down on their knees and bowed their heads in silence.

“My son keeps having nightmares and complains about something called “The Tall Dog”…does anyone know what the hell this is? It’s happened three nights in a row! It’s driving me crazy! Help!”

There were four of them, all on opposite sides of the lake. They just stood, right at the water’s edge, like they were watching us.

Fifteen years ago, something terrible happened to my family. Its taken a lot of therapy and drugs to help me cope with it.

It sounded like something was dragging nails across the wall, just outside the bedroom. Over and over again.

“If it beeps three times…he comes.”