Aranmore Farm

We drove half an hour from Dublin and we finally got to the place where the world may end. It announced in dying red letters that it was Aranmore Farm, and that it was private property. It seemed like one of the last places you’d have imagined that the world will end on.

We drove up to the farmhouse and Skulduggery had made a prety good assumption of who lived there. He presumed he was a single, farmer. In his seventies and not at home. Well we got a bit of a fright when he appeared suddenly. Skulduggery took some time to explain to Mr Hanratty or Pat, he couldn’t decide  which one I should have called him. Anyways, during the conversation, Skuldggery figured out that the Grotesquery was the Isthmus Anchor, and now we are driving back to the Sanctuary, to STEAL the Grotesquery.