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The old rope swing had been a fixture of the Eerie Woods for years before Marshall had ever heard of Eerie, Indiana. It hung from the thickest branch of the stoutest tree in an otherwise clear spot in the deepest part of the forest. Mushrooms grew in concentric fairy rings beneath it, and local kids dared each other to leap off at the highest point and try to leap clear.

Every now and then someone would try it, and for a while afterwards the halls of BF Skinner Junior High would echo with whispers of mysterious disappearances, of wooden dolls in empty beds and oddly-shaped lumps of stone thrown up by the tides.

Most of the missing never returned, and maybe that was for the best, because the scariest stories were about the ones that came back. Stumbling out of the trees, weeks or months or decades later, their eyes full of cobwebs and their faces unchanged, and something that looked like them already in their place.

Simon watched the raven fling itself back and forth on the green and fraying rope, black wings flapping, giving voice to the occasional hoarse cry of utter delight at the game, and laughed.

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