I know I said I was going to head straight to Dublin and get to Cairo, but on the spur of the moment, I decided to take a little detour.
It was a nice day today. A really nice day. The sun was out, the sky was clear and the shovel I bought on the way was primed and ready
There's a place in Ireland, where archaeologists discovered the site of the most horrific mass child sacrifice in Ireland's long history. The archaeologists who discovered it were so disturbed by what they found that they referred to it only as "a dark place". There's a place in Ireland, or, rather, there was.
I've destroyed the Dark Place. I turned the ground and I smashed the bones, or as many as I could. The deal is broken. No more children are getting sacrificed to Slender Man. If he wants to operate in Ireland, he can either get himself a new deal or he can deal with all the troubles and complications he finds elsewhere. I haven't figured out what his special interest in Ireland is yet, but whatever it is, if destroying the Dark Place makes it more difficult for him to work here, I'm walking away from here a happy man. In fact, you know what? I'm taking a break. Tonight, I'm going to go to a nice hotel and just relax. I can catch a bus back to Dublin tomorrow and get to Egypt then.