"He's right."
"Said people were gettin' the idea Dark Valley was livin' off the rest of the land. Feedin' on it, like a parasite. How crazy you think that is?"
Slowly, Jerry said, "I'm not sure it's crazy at all."
Carver brooded. "I shot that thing tonight. Should 'a been dead if a critter ever was. Then I seen it go after Ed."
"You know what all this means, don't you? Witchcraft. Something people haven't believed in for hundreds of years."
"Mebbe they better get started again."
They were nearing the divide that overlooked Dark Valley. "Mike, I've been reading up on it, for hours. Everything I could find. And it fits. It's been the hardest struggle I ever had—admitting such a thing existed. But it was either acknowledge that or lose my mind."
The night seemed colder as they started downward. Unaccountably, the headlights dimmed.
"Somethin' watchin' us," Carver said suddenly, as the car bored on through the thick and swirling darkness.