I have been procrastinating every way I know how and doing everything to avoid finishing the final, final edit this week, and self-sabotaging because I don't want this to be over.

I've been with these characters for so long that I can't imagine not thinking about them and tweaking their words

and their actions and their fates over and over again. I know I'm also dragging my feet because I hate the

end. It's just so over. The most interesting part is the setup. That moment when Diane lets the

strange force in their house slide Carolan across the floor in a football helmet.

The moment when Chris McNeil first hears that strange scratching in the attic.

Casey Cotton asking the mystery caller, why do you want to know my name?

And him responding, because I want to know who I'm looking at.

Heather, Mike, and Josh hearing those sticks snapping deep in the woods.

You get it.

The promise of what's to come is my favorite moment in every scary story.

But eventually, what's to come has to arrive.

Ugh, I'm still procrastinating.

But I have to end it.

I have to tell you what happens to everyone.

So, here goes.

Chapter 70. Jesus Christ, May, Cornish Gaffod. Are you suggesting we burn our houses down?

No, of course not. Then what are you suggesting? Lucky pressed.

I think we need to dig the keystones out and set them on fire.

In our basements? Evelyn said, horrified. No, I hesitated, knowing I was sounding crazier by the minute.

I think we should bring them out to the cemetery in the middle of the neighborhood.

Now, hold on, Cornish interrupted. Before we go lighting stuff on fire, are the stones really real?

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