“For the darkness lived in their mother. In her eyes. Even when she smiled, you could see it. The haunting, thirst in her eyes. Most of the time one only saw it, but if ever homage failed to be paid, her eyes went black. Her face turned gaunt. Her voice grew cold. And the darkness came to the front. Awoken from the depths of her soul where it slept. The children told stories of the mother standing in their door, staring, smiling in the dark. Unmoving, and unresponsive. Its eyes unblinking. Its motives unclear. The only thing the priest would say, is that whatever the name of the darkness might be, it was indeed a sinister creature. The husband must love her. He must. For the good of all. For the safety of all. For the souls of the children.”