It only came outside once we'd killed the giant it had lived within for all these centuries, this friendsome creature that gave itself a name and called itself our friend up until the point where we trusted it freely enough to not raise a fuss when it began to pick us off one-by-wretched-one.
It even gave us something new to blame - a creature we'd not been able to catch by sight or trap. It said this creature had also come from the giant and was an evil mimicry of our friend, one that it fought every spare second it spent away from us.
And, fools that we were, we believed it. We believed it right up until a handful of parishioners arrived a little too early to church and saw our alleged friend swallowing the Vicar down like a snake. They ran screaming and the alleged friend hasn't been since.
But it's still out there.
People are still going missing.
If I'm being honest with myself, not a one of us stands a chance if we continue to stay.
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