Book Four: Chapter 70

The shrill cry of the nuckelavee paled in comparison to the prolonged wail of a banshee, and when she opened her eyes, the nuckelavee had bolted away from the rocks in fright. Mike ran to her and grabbed her by the arms and pulled.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice a bit raspy, then threw her over his shoulder and moved toward the rocks. The nuckelavee had run away, but was already circling back. Mike had bought them time, but it was going to be close.

The hole in the rocks was a gap no more than a couple feet across, and Mike pushed Beth in first. She gasped for air, but was able to pull herself along into the depression. When she looked down, she saw that Mike was trying to follow, but only got in a few feet before he was pulled back out of the hole.

She couldn’t even yell his name, and could only watch in horror as the nuckelavee tossed Mike into the grass and circled him. It lashed out a couple of times, and Mike dodged its blows, but it was clear that it was