Good God, I’m pregnant! I wonder who did it.
As the mist descended something disturbed the lake’s still waters. The creature rose out of the water, looked straight at me and smiled.
One shot and he is dead. Though dry eyed dragging the bloody corpse, she breaks down when she drops his limp body in the hole and his collar jingles.
Nothing was happening. He dozed off, and when he awoke nothing had changed.
The mist rose lazily in the cool morning air. It coughed and turned towards the highway.
As the heavy footsteps drew nearer to the closet, she struggled to keep her heavy breathing from giving her away. Then a low, gravelly voice behind her whispered, “Found you.”