![]() “I think there's somebody down there.” Mary hisses. ![]() The shadow stands up, unmistakably human. The shadow bucks wildly, and it's strange groans carry on the wind. “Is that… the family graveyard?” Doug whispers. Lighting casts the landscape in furious white light. Neither Doug nor Mary can make out how big it is, or how many limbs it has. It’s hard to make out anything distinct in the weather, but there, just beyond the hedge on the very edge of Mary’s property: a wild shadow. ![]() She feels Doug at her back, leaning over to peek his head out just above hers. They exchange a nervous glance, but Mary shakes herself off and with a sigh and peels herself out of bed. “It’s kind of rhythmic, don’t you think?” Mary says. “Sounds a bit bigger than a mongoose.” Doug says.ĭoug and Mary listen for another minute, hoping that the creature will decide to move off. The thing outside takes the moment to howl. The wind rattles the windowpanes and rain spits against the glass. The sounds seem to be coming from somewhere in the garden. Yet, over the wind, the rain, and the thunder, they can hear a growl. The storm is beating down around the house, fierce and loud. One dark and stormy night, Mary and Doug are awoken by the wailing and thrashing of a wounded beast outside their window.
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