There are certain things a man tries to forget. Things that speak to him only in the silence of a darkened room. Things that make him afraid.

  He was reminded, again, of an old Scottish prayer that he’d memorized long ago...

 

From ghoulies and ghosties

And long-leggedy beasties

And things that go bump in the night,

Good Lord, deliver us!

 

This was more than a bump in the night, and he had hoped he would never have to deal with anything like this again.