Chapter 5

At least it wasn’t raining. The same bird took off with the same horrible croaking noise, as if a giant frog had grown wings and learned to fly. I shivered. A wind came up. A branch creaked. A—holy shit, there was a huge shadow moving in the bushes off to my right. I could see it passing through the shrubs, behind the trees, rustling the pine-cone laden branches, knocking them silently to the ground. I could hear a grunting, breathing noise, and a squeaking one which was probably me, trying not to scream out loud. What had whatshername said yesterday about Sasquatch? Oh. God.