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.”

Illustration: Max Loeffler

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…