Isaiah

Bro, I've been so locked in.

I know.

We can't forget what this story is all about.

Oh.

I went into the kitchen to get some juice from the fridge and realized I hadn't had a drink all day.

I could hear water dripping in the sink, so I turned the faucet tighter and plugged some juice.

As I headed towards the living room, the water started to tap again.

Uh-oh.

I flicked the light on and realized it wasn't coming from the sink, or anywhere in the room for that matter.

It sounded like it was coming from further away.

I looked out into the garden.

I could just about see a fuzzy, tall silhouette leaning up against the back fence in the dark.

Actually, tapping sounded more like clicking.

The figure slowly moved away from the fence and clicked across the grass towards us.

Wait, ask that question one more time.

No, but it's because you don't, you can build a story around the punch in a short form, right?

You can have like, uh, because I mean, man, you want to talk about a punch, the light dangling above the tent to see the food all time.

Incredible.

That's really long and they never revealed what they look like.

There was the dog thing that it turned out was the thing hunting them, but the greater whistler that was using humans as bait to hunt that thing.