Episode 8: Homecoming : Season Finale Part 2

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I won't easily

leave these dark valleys

where I can't stay now in the lands unknown.

In the easy hills, the

power walks so often.

I can feel the winds now on your ghost.

The town of Barlow, Kentucky burned.

And Cletus Garvin ran.

Or tried to, anyway.

The family mule wasn't gonna win no races, and the cart slowed her steps even further.

Cletus drove Gracie as hard as he dared, knowing if he pushed too hard, that stubborn old bitch was like as not to bow up and stop in the middle of the road and refuse to go any farther.

He told himself there was time.

There had to be.

Or all this was for nothing.

And Cletus wouldn't, couldn't, let that thought take hold.

There was time.

He would go to Lily Ruth first, she was closest to town, and tell her husband Daniel Taylor to bring the baby and whatever they'd managed to pack up in their own cart and come to the house.

Moving day had come a day or two earlier than expected, but they had to go now.

Then he would go to his oldest boy, Cletus Jr.

Tell him and his wife the same.

Cletus had already told both young couples the family would be moving, so they should be nearly ready to go, just like him and Ruby and the younger children.

They should be nearly ready anyway.

There was time.

The sun had just sunk behind the ridge as Cletus turned the mule and cart into Lily Ruth and Daniel's tidy yard.

The young family lived in a small but sturdy cabin that Daniel had begun building once Cletus gave his permission for Lily Ruth to marry with the help of his three elder brothers, a tailor boy having taken up the father's carpentry shop when he basked.

Everything was quiet.

Shadows stretched long across the cabin's front porch, where he was relieved to see a cart parked, packed neatly with the young belongings.

They looked about, ready to go, and for that Cletus thanked to God he hadn't spoken too truly in many long years.

Cletus pulled Gracie to a stop and tied her up with his cart by the gate.

As he stepped stepped out into the yard, he felt goosebumps rise up the back of his neck.

It was so quiet.

And the cabin was dark and it was suppertime.

His daughter and her husband should just be about to sit down for the evening meal or at the very least Lily Ruth would normally be just finishing her cooking right about now.

There was no sound of clinking dishes or rattling pans.

No tempting aromas of fresh biscuits and bacon fat.

Maybe the baby was was sick.

Little Daniel Jr., the couple's first child, and new parents always fussed over much about such things.

They might have just dropped everything to care for the little man.

Cletus and Ruby, God knows, had nearly panicked when their firstborn son got colicky.

Well, maybe.

Cletus stepped onto the porch.

There were no sounds of a crying infant inside the cabin.

There was nothing at all.

Cletus cleared his throat.

Lily Ruth?

Daniel?

Y'all home?

He called, and he reached forward to knock, and the front door swung open under his fist.

The cabin was nearly empty.

As Cletus had already observed, Lily Ruth and Daniel had already packed most of their belongings into the cart.

With the exception of large pieces of furniture, which Cletus had told them, over their protest about expense, of course, that they could replace later.

In a shadowy corner, Cletus could still see the bed still heaped with quilts, but the walls and floor were bare.

To the right of the door, the dinner table was uncovered.

One of the chairs lay on its side in the floor.

Next to it was a small quilt Ruby had made for Daniel Jr.

Cletus felt a sudden, nauseating chill sweep over him.

Icy sweat broke out on his skin.

He stepped outside and walked around the side yard to the barn, where Daniel's horse and the old milk cow that had been part of Lily Ruth's dowry drowsed undisturbed in their stalls.

Lily Ruth, Daniel, he called into the darkness of the barn.

Silence.

Then deep in his mind,

In the dark corner from whence they always spoke, he heard a gleeful, mocking little laugh.

Cletus turned and ran.

Gracie was feeling vitable today, bless her, and had had the little cart back on the road in minutes.

He headed toward Cletus Jr.'s house, telling himself he was probably worrying over nothing.

Lily Ruth and Daniel were probably just taking supper with their brother and his wife.

Cletus Jr.

and Daniel had been friends since they were both in the schoolhouse together, and young'uns frequently spent time together.

Those

things.

They were just playing their tricks, trying to scare him.

That was all.

The ride to Cletus Jr.'s house wasn't long.

Even old Gracie made the trip in about 20 minutes.

And every one of those minutes was its own small hell for the former pastor of the tabernacle of the elder covenant.

A man who, while not solely responsible for the horrors that had come to the town of Barlow, certainly bore a large portion of the blame.

Truth to tell, if Cletus had turned his back on their promises and laid down and died like he should have,

they would surely have found some other soul to twist into the shape that served their purposes best.

But Cletus could not deny he had been a willing party to it.

Had he been deceived?

Perhaps.

Had he refrained from asking too many questions, oh, most assuredly.

Cletus Garvin knew, knew in his bones, that he deserved whatever was coming to him and more.

But he had done it for Ruby, for his family,

and they didn't deserve it.

He only prayed that he could see them safely out of Barlow.

As he rode on to his eldest son's property, Cletus' stomach seemed to drop into his boots.

The scene was eerily similar to what he'd found over at Lillyruth's.

It was full dark now, and the little company-owned shotgun house where Cletus Jr.

lived with his wife and two-year-old son Isaac was silent and full of shadows.

Here, too,

all was quiet.

Here, too, he found a cart packed and ready for moving, already hitched up to Junior's horse, who was tied to the porch railing.

The gentle mare was sedately cropping grass, her graceful tail swaying peacefully.

Cletus pulled Gracie to a halt beneath the leaves of an old twisted crabapple tree just inside the property line,

tying her lead to a low-hanging branch.

As he approached the house on foot, Cletus saw that the front door swung open, stirred gently by the nighttime breeze.

A streak of something dark from inside the house stretched over the threshold, across the porch, and down the stairs.

His voice sounded small and hopeless to his own ears as Cletus called out,

Cletus Jr.,

Mary,

you kids home?

Silence.

And then that awful, mocking laughter in his head.

This time, not a single titter, but a thunderous chorus of mad, shrieking giggles that filled his skull, made his nose run and his eyes water.

Cletus clapped his hands over his ears, although he knew damn well the sound was inside his head and not out there in the night.

Quiet, he shouted, and then in the commanding voice that ironically he had learned from them, the one he thought of as the pastor's voice.

Be silent, you goddamn hates.

Cletus didn't really expect the voices to listen to his command,

but to his immense relief, The laughter tapered off and finally died.

Cletus wiped a shaking hand over his damp face and tasted blood and realized his nose had not been running

but bleeding.

They could kill him so easily if they wanted, he thought.

They had given him his life after all.

They could no doubt take it back just as easily.

But it was better not to think about that now.

He could worry about that another day.

Right now, he had to find his family and get them the hell out of Barlow.

That's what mattered.

It was the only thing that mattered.

Cletus sprinted back to his cart and started to unhitch the mule.

Gracie would move more quickly without the added weight, and then his eye fell on Junior's horse.

The mare would be much faster.

Knowing with a pang he would not return to collector, Cletus turned Gracie loose in the yard and unhitched the horse from her cart.

The mare was an agreeable little thing that seemed to have no objection to her unfamiliar passenger.

Running swift and steady through the night, Cletus rode as fast as he dared in the darkness, steering her up the road toward the Garvin family home.

As they passed the fork in the road that led into Barlow proper, A haze of orangey light and smoke hung over the trees down the path into town.

In the shadowy woods, things were moving.

Jerky, slinking, unnatural in a way that hurt the eye to look upon.

Cletus thought he might have heard a scream, but it was cut off so fast he couldn't be sure.

He rode faster, and he did not look at the woods.

His eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead of him.

He didn't want to see what was watching and

maybe following.

As they had followed him and Annie Messer through the woods what seemed like years ago, but somehow only been that afternoon, and it was better not to think about that either.

What he did see,

could not help see, but out the corner of his eye, twisted shapes flickering in and out of this world.

Voids in space even darker than the night around him.

Here and there a flash of teeth, of glowing eyes that were somehow wrong

was enough that he knew that he would not find sleep easily ever again.

Finally, Cletus turned his son's mare up the narrow track onto the land that BNL had ultimately deeded over to his family all those years ago when they told him he couldn't work the mines no more.

Another gift bestowed upon him by the voices.

Damn him for a fool forever accepting them into his heart.

Up ahead of him, he saw in the moonlight, as he had both feared and known well enough to expect,

his own house standing dark and silent at the top of the hill.

Nothing stirred.

Ruby's chickens were put up for the night.

Even Cletus' skinny old pointer dog, Rusty, whose hunting days were long behind him, was absent from the spot where he spent most of his time these days, curled up on a worn-out old horse blanket at the corner of the porch.

The Garvin home was nestled up against the mountainside and ringed in by woods.

It was a nice piece of land, shady and pleasantly cool in the summertime, and sheltered from the worst of the cutting wind and snow in winter.

Cletus and Ruby had always counted themselves lucky to have been assigned such an ideal little spot back when B ⁇ L still owned the land.

Just now, though,

Cletus found he didn't much like the look of those woods.

The shadows between the trees didn't shift with the natural swaying of the branches.

It was too quiet,

too still,

as if something or someone held itself motionless, watching.

Cletus slowly stepped down from Junior's horse and led the docile mare toward the house.

She followed along placidly, much like his old mule, unfazed by the presence of...

whatever,

or else unable to perceive it.

Cletus tied her up to the porch railing, much as she'd been when he found her at Junior's house by a trough of water they'd kept at one end for old Gracie.

Then slowly,

cautiously,

he stepped up onto the porch.

With a sense of dread no man should feel on his own land, in his own home.

The silence was just like what Cletus had found at Lily Ruth's and Acletus Jr.'s house, although his own front door remained firmly shut.

Cletus stood outside it for a long minute, listening, stretching the limits of his hearing in search of some sign of life, of the presence of his wife and children.

Nothing.

Not so much as a cricket chirped on the Garvin property that night.

Not so much as a leaf stirred.

The atmosphere was so strange,

so

alien,

Cletus almost raised his hand to knock.

But of course, that was foolish, and he caught his hand and dropped it just shy of the door.

Instead, he swallowed hard and reached for the latch.

The door swung inward with a soft creak, and Cletus stood on the threshold, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the inky blackness within.

Before they'd had time to, he heard the soft scratch of a match being struck, and a dim, coppery glow spread from the lantern on the kitchen table.

Wasn't much gas left in that one.

Ruby needed to see to that, Cletus thought irreverently as someone lit the wick.

It was Lily Ruth.

She stood near midway point of the table, the match still in her hand.

She held the baby, little Daniel Jr.

in the crook of one arm.

The child didn't stir.

He seemed

limp.

One little hand swinging loosely with his mother's recent movement.

The baby's father was seated at the long table next to Lily Ruth.

And around her sat her siblings, as well as Cletus Jr.

and his wife and their boy.

All were still and quiet,

as no house full of children, particularly children related by blood, has ever been.

And there was a smoky stench in the air that Cletus did not believe come from any single matchstick.

Welcome home, Daddy.

Lily Ruth's voice sounded raw and scratchy, as if her throat was filled with gravel.

When she smiled, smiled, Cletus could see there was something wrong with her mouth.

Her teeth were broken, her once lovely smile now a gaping, bloody maw, the skin pale and grey as ash, and when she turned her head towards him, it tipped sideways on her neck with a sudden and unnatural motion like an owl, and stayed there at an angle that could not be right.

No,

no, something was very wrong here at the table.

Cletus' children turned their heads towards him in unison, a motion so unnerving that he took a step back.

What Cletus could see in those faces and the flickering light of the lantern turned his bowels to liquid and set his hands shaking.

Their skin was all that same gray color as Lily Ruth's.

Clay looked to be missing half the right side of his skull, and little Herschel's left ear was lost in a dark smear of blood that covered half his face.

Virginia, dear God help him, had a black pit where her right eye once shined a pretty blue.

The left eye was intact, but

changed.

Like all of his children, her left eye throbbed with a dull orange glow.

Cletus felt a harsh, painful sob wrench free of his throat before he knew it was coming.

His cheeks were wet, and so were his pants.

Had he pissed himself?

Yep.

Yeah, he must have.

There was a low keening sound in the room, and it took Cletus a moment to understand that the noise, a sound so unlike his normal voice, was coming from deep inside his own chest.

He took a deep, shuddering breath and took another step back.

There was someone standing behind him.

Now standing directly up against Cletus' back.

He didn't want to know this familiar shape and he closed his eyes.

Oh God, no.

But when you spend so many years with someone, you come to know the shape of them.

The way their body fits just so against your own.

Cletus tried to wheel the knowledge from his head as a hand he knew better than his own settled into his palm and began to lightly pull, turning him to face her.

Cletus looked down into the face of the only woman he had ever loved.

Ruby's face.

Though the same ashen color as those of his children, was still as lovely as ever,

though her neck was ringed in blackened bruises

her eyes

once a clear green like peridot

now glowed with the same smoldering dead orange light as their children's

and Cletus supposed that was fitting

Ruby smiled down at him as he sank to his knees and it was like no expression he had ever seen on the face of his wife, sly

and full of dark glee.

Cletus closed his eyes, and her voice, raspy and broken, but still rubies all the same,

was the last thing he ever heard.

Cletus,

sweetheart,

you're finally home.

There is a curse upon my every

waking breath

and I

cannot

escape.

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I hope y'all enjoyed that ride to say goodbye to Cletus Garvin.

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What changed for the team today?

It was the new game day scratchers from the California Lottery.

Play is everything.

Those games sent the team's energy through the roof.

Are you saying it was the off-field play that made the difference on the field?

Hey, a little play makes your day, and today it made the game.

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