Oct 24, 2018
12 min read
Nightmare Fuel
The Hag of the Beara
“If you’re there,” I prayed, “grant my wish. Make it possible for me to live one life, not two. Make me whole.”
We ascended the path on the cliff together, my wife and I. “She’s supposed to be right here,” Nora said crossly, as if I were somehow to blame for this situation, which I wasn’t. I didn’t know…
