Isaiah

We were still alone.

Was it even looking for us?

I reached for Chris's arm in the dark.

He jumped when I touched it, but I steadied him with the other.

He was still holding the lantern.

Good.

We had light on our side.

Now if only we could use it.

I went over the events hurriedly in my mind.

The lantern was hanging from a tree.

We got out of the tent and couldn't find our way home.

By the time we returned to the tent, something was in it, but then why did it take the lantern and do nothing while we slept?

If it was sheer luck that we were alone when we were trying to get the lantern, I wonder just how small the possibility was of us getting a second chance.

I stayed silent for a moment and then whispered as best I could.

Chris, we need to turn on the lantern.

We need to get away from here and we make a run for your house, but we need to see.

I could hear in his voice that a sob was breaking through.

Part of my lips to try again, but as I did, I heard something.

A very faint clicking sound from somewhere in the dark.

It was almost inaudible, but it was there.