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As the woods faded into sunset, Nick descended the steps to Mike’s back door. He knocked. As he waited on the threshold, he heard his knocks reverberate within, layering over noises from inside. “What’s that? It sounds like something’s growling and pacing in there!” Nick thought, knocking again. “Is anyone there?” he called. Finally, the door jerked open, and a rough voice barked from behind it. “Who’s there?” Nick, still seeing no-one, felt uneasiness creep over him. “Mike, is that you? It’s Nick. I said I’d try to come.” “Oh.” From behind the door rasped the voice—almost like a beast snarling, Nick thought. It set his teeth on edge. “Why’d you come tonight?” it growled. “Are you sick?” “Kind of,” grunted Mike. Finally he hulked into view, his figure blocking the sunset giving the cavern-like room its only light. “I thought you were coming.” “You aren’t too sick to hike, are you? Or do you need help?” Disturbing memories about Mike’s drinking returned to mind. Vaguely, he remembered a strange story from Mike’s Army days. After some incident in Afghanistan, Sam refused ever to be alone with Mike ever again. Neither one ever explained what happened. “Um, no. Hiking would do me good, actually.” Suddenly, Mike stepped outside and up the steps. In the forest, night had descended like wings. It was dark, because the moon hadn’t yet broken over the trees. Mike moved swiftly, and Nick, an experienced hiker, almost had to run to keep up. “Wait,” he called, afraid he’d be stranded. Over the trees rose the full moon. Howls erupted all around him. Despite himself, Nick shuddered. Suddenly he watched Mike’s figure, still visible ahead, drop and run on all fours into the dark trees. Another howl greeted the moon. Finally understanding, Nick ran in terror. [300 words] Couldn't get this ready in time due to interruptions and not being satisfied soon enough, despite starting early by my standards! |