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Barbara Devil was seen leaving the house at dawn, her work boots leaving no prints in the frost. She walked past the two churches and the three bars, back to her shop. She unlocked the door, hung her apron on a hook, and went down to her basement.

“I don’t take payment from children,” she said. “Go home. Be good. And whatever you do tonight, don’t look out your window after midnight.” barbara devil

“Please,” he whispered.

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She put the whistle in her apron pocket. “I don’t take payment from children,” she said

She reached out and touched his forehead with one cold, dry finger.

The legend began forty years ago, on the night the Henderson boy vanished. He had been a mean child, the kind who pulled the wings off dragonflies and threw rocks at stray cats. On a dare, he’d thrown a stone through Barbara’s shop window. The next morning, the window was repaired, but the boy was gone. His parents found only a single, polished rabbit skull on his pillow.