Graulas fear Seth and Stan

Seth glanced over his shoulder at Grandpa. He stood motionless except for the quivering hand clutching the flashlight.

  "Shine the light on the thing in the corner," Seth said. The beam was currently aimed at the cluttered table.

  Grandpa offered no response. He did not move.

  And then a voice spoke, deeper than any voice Seth had ever imagined, slow and labored, as if on the brink of death.

  "You. . . do. . . not. . . fear. . . me?"

  Seth squinted at the web-shrouded shape in the corner. "Of course I do," he said, stepping closer. "But my friends said you wanted to speak with me. "

  The figure stirred, making the cobwebs ripple and dust plume into the air. "You. . . do not. . . feel. . . fear. . . as you did. . . in. . . the grove?" The speaker sounded sad and tired.

  "With the revenant? How do you know about that? I don't feel fear like I did there. The fear there was uncontrollable. "

  The figure shifted again. One of the largest sheets of cobweb tore, billowing lazily. The rumbling voice gained a little strength. "Your grandsire. . . is in the grip of such fear now.

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