Barbara Devil [DIRECT]

Cole laughed. “The old witch? Get out of here, you crazy bitch.”

The name stuck. Barbara Devil.

Outside, the sun rose over Mercy Falls. The stuffed bass on the wall gleamed. The raccoon snarled its eternal snarl. And the children, who knew nothing of contracts or cruelty, whispered a new rumor to one another: that if you left a bent silver whistle on Barbara Devil’s doorstep, she would come for you. barbara devil