The Incubus

Hell of a large hand. The spine was crusted like a piece of ballsaward. When the sun goes down, something stops the streets of the Gailon village. Jones, call the Attorney General. I haven't sent in some help. What do you think I should do?

Take whatever help you can get. Thirty years ago in Gailon, the same types of murders occurred. I think my past is something to do with this murder, but no, I can't listen. Something silent. Something lethal. Something. Or someone is telling the people of Galen.

I think I'm going crazy. Every time he has this dream somebody dies. You're talking about actual materialization. What kind of a quack are you? The boys in the clear. He's not in the clear. Every time this kid has a dream, somebody in this town died.

Hey! Hey! Hey! It is real. It is alive. It is among us.