Jonas
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Every sound made me sit up.
Around two, I had to use the outhouse.
Took my flashlight.
Stepped outside.
Cold air punching me in the chest.
The woods were thick with fog.
Everything felt slow, like I was moving underwater.
As I came back across the clearing, I swept the beam of the flashlight across the trees and froze.
Something was standing just inside the edge of the woods.
Small, still, watching me.
It looked like a kid.
Couldn't have been more than four feet tall.
But the way it stood arms-loose, had tilted slightly, completely motionless, made the hairs on my arms stand up.
I shouted, hey, no movement for a second.
Then it stepped back into the trees.
Not fast, just gonna, I didn't follow, I went inside, locked every damn door set up in the armchair till the sky lightened the next morning, I didn't even hesitate, I packed everything up, the whole place suddenly felt wrong like I'd stayed too long in a place I wasn't supposed to be, I loaded my gear into the truck, tried not to think about the fruit of the music, the figure, and I was, then I ran to the back of the trailer and stopped cold.
Another spiral, but this time, not stones.
It was bones.
It was bones.
Dear bones, by the look of it.