Swallowtail Festival

A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices
through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays
paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled
under a n earby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the
buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as
all heads turn toward the central podium, where a
beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears
his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a
woman’s scream slices through the air. A few moments
later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond
them, a sudden surge of strange new voices riseshigh-
pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite
human . The crowd parts and something low to the
ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the
stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with
a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood
pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange
song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.

Goblins in the Streets!

Swallowtail Festival

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