The Sentinels but the well is dry

Ghost laughed, and Sam looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "Because witchy nonsense is... nonsense, and the Huldra is real," he told her, like it was the most obvious thing in the world – the grass was green, and the Huldra ate your skin if you did not appease it. 

"She needs something," he insisted, unwilling to listen to any further suggestion that the monster that had taken so many ears wasn’t real. "Some crabs, maybe.. I'd have to come back in a few days.." An ear really would be easier – they would be set for a full ride around the sun.