Ghost stories? Nah, we don’t have anything like that around here. We DO have the story of Jacob, but that’s about as close as you’ll get. …You really want to know?… Well, I’m not supposed to tell you, but all right, just no interrupting. I don’t have the patience for it. It dropped, and rested on the border of the paper, like a stone. It didn’t leave the paper, but it acted out on it, sort of like an old movie projector on a screen. Jacob Emory was being dragged by his creations, kicking and screaming, through the door his copy had made. This town doesn’t have ghost stories.