He loved you, you know, Madeline.
When you left him, his tears were a monsoon season which
never ended. His moans of anguish shook your marital home like a snake’s rattle.
There was no comfort, no ceasing.
Even after he died, his grief was unquenchable. All he ever
talked about, chattering at night amid wails and lamentations, was how you had
promised you would be together forever. You were not around to hear the sound
of a dead heart breaking endlessly breaking.
But we were.
Every night more of us were stirred awake by your late
husband’s sadness.
So to regain peace, his as well as ours, we have come this
night to reunite you with the one whose love knows no bounds, mortal or
otherwise.
His only concern was that no harm would come to you in any
way.
However, he has never bargained with the dead before, so he
could not know that we are not bound to the oath he made us swear to him.
Oh no, harm is precisely what we intend: grievous,
nerve-shredding, mind-shattering harm.
He will have his true love back, although perhaps not quite
as he had intended.
Yes he will be upset. But honestly, what is he going to do?
Kill us?
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