The citizens of Upper Harmony had ran out of the town hall as fast as they possibly could. Screams and gasps filled the air, as parents took their children in their arms and took them back home. Staying true to the pattern of the Rift, this time, the crack was humungous, much taller than the town hall. Everyone stayed far away from the Rift, and no one made a phone call to the police or the news reporters. Everyone simply stood silent, waiting and watching this vacuum of empty space, praying for it to simply go away on it's own. However, as much as they waited, everyone knew their attempts were simply futile. It would stay there, unfeeling, emotionless and cold, until its insatiable hunger would be filled by the flesh of a human being.

Soon, after a day of the Rift just staying where it was, the panic slowly started to drop. As the days went by, people began to realize that this might just their lives now. Nothing slowed down or sped up. The sun set and rose, then repeated. And it would repeat, even if the Rift was still there tomorrow. Citizens started to go on walks and buy their food and have parties, just the way it was before any of this happened. Maybe, they thought, if we continue to live life the way we always have, the Rift will just disappear one day soon. The metalworkers made fences to block people from entering the Rift. Some offered to throw themselves in to quell the Rift, but everyone knew that the Rift would simply come back larger, wider, and hungrier than ever before.

One night, a few days after the third Rift appeared, a figure appeared in Upper Harmony Cemetery, clad in a black robe, walking up to the most recently dug graves, the surrogate resting spot of Jacob and Dolores Pellis. The figure wore thick woolen gloves as to hide any fingerprints left at the place of the crime. The person put a hand on one of the graves and pulled it swiftly out of the ground. Then, the person did the same with the other headstone, putting both underneath the arm. The last thing this mystery figure did was spit on the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Pellis, walking swiftly away out of the black fence posts that guarded the hollow ground, and into her house. It was Ms. Margaret, holding the headstones underneath her arms and walking into the dining room.

"Matthew, come downstairs," she yelled. Reluctantly, Ms. Margaret's son walked down those creaky stairs. After trying to stop his mother's ranting at the town meeting, Margaret had given her son splotches of blue and purple bruising. She had told Matthew not to cover up the bruises, for in her words, they were a mark of his wrongdoings. "Come here, Matthew," Margaret said, laying out the headstones on the table. Matthew shook his head, and went to the table. "Yes ma'am," he sighed. Ms. Margaret looked up from the table and into Matthew's eyes. "Matthew, I want you to break these gravestone," she said. Matthew shook his head in disbelief, looking pitifully at the dismantled headstones. "Mom, that's disrespectful! I can't break someone's grave-!"

Margaret gave her son a slap to the head. She took a hammer she had stolen from the carpenter's shop, and put it in Matthew's trembling hand. "Do it, Matthew," she hissed, her eyes becoming snakelike and dark. The young child shook his head. "No, Mom. I can't," he said. "I don't wanna live by your rul-" Margaret slapped her son another time. "Do it, Matthew," she said, louder than before. Sadness and rage mixed in his eyes, as he yelled, "Why do you want me to do this?" It was then that Margaret went into hysterical laughter. "Stupid boy, what do you think? They were bad people. That's why they were eaten up by the Rift!" None of what she said was true, but her words were the only things Matthew knew. The tension boiled up. The churning rage in Matthew's mind had been stewing for some time now. He gripped the hammer tightly. He lifted it up and brought it to her head.

But Margaret grabbed Matthew's wrist. He dropped the hammer and clattered on the wooden floor. The look of fear and hatred in Matthew's eyes was matched by none other. "Please, Mom, I don't know why I tried to hurt you!" Margaret's face seemed to be in a permanent frown, but then, she thought about something, looking at Matthew strangely. "I know what to do with you now, Matthew. Come with me, we'll take a walk," she said. Her words were met with confusion from Matthew. She walked outside, followed by Matthew. They walked side by side, towards the town hall. Margaret held the hammer in her hand. However, there was something ever so strange about this incredibly sudden chance in Margaret's emotion. And Matthew would know that all too well in a moment.

"Matthew, you are a very special child. I was in the wrong. I never loved you like I should have. I'm so sorry," Margaret said, weary eyed and looking at the stars. Suspicion was rising in Matthew's stomach. Something was not right. Margaret had never acted to him like this. Why did she start now? "When you were just one, your father left us," she said vindictiveness in her words. "Mom, you said I didn't have a father," Matthew said, confusion only growing ny the moment. "You did, Matthew, I just tried to make you forget about him. I tried to forget, but you can't really forgive or forget someone like that. Now, you're eleven. You're old enough to know. I could be so temperamental. I can't imagine how much pain I've caused you. But we can fix the wrongs we made. We can help the entire town! Just follow my words,"

They finally arrived at the humungous Rift. Both looked deep into the deep, unfathomable emptiness of the Rift in Reality. Once you were inside this Rift, you were not on Earth anymore. You were in the Emptiness, a silent, cold, dark pit of deep absence. Around it was a metal fence taller than the average human and topped in barbed wire. Practically the only safe way in was to unlock the door inside. It was protected by a tight lock, but not strong enough to be beaten down by a hammer. So, the lock was broken and the door swung ajar. Margaret put a hand on Matthew's shoulder. And she launched Matthew into the Rift with one hateful push.

Matthew's scream was almost unbearable, but Margaret simply smiled the way one might smile when their child graduated. The entire town woke up and rushed to their doors to see what was going on. But Matthew's shouts for help were suddenly stopped by the Rift. However, before Matthew could shrivel away and perish, his hand reached out to grab onto Margaret's hair. Margaret shouted, trying to push Matthew into the Rift, but then, she tripped. The wicked woman was pulled into the Rift, as Matthew was flung back out into the real world. The tables were turned. Margaret began to cry for help, and Matthew started breathing heavily, shocked that he had killed his own mother, but soon, the Rift closed.

Margaret was left in the Emptiness, dissolving like sugar in water. The Rift vanished. So, two monsters were finally ended: the Rift and Ms.Margaret Plum.