Next week, on A Simple Kind of Fear...
Trixie looked around, noticing for the first time just how late it really was. She suppressed a shudder. Shadows were creeping toward them; a menacing, unrelenting darkness that she could feel as well as see. And she was cold. The temperature was falling as fast as the sun, bringing up long tendrils of mist that rose from the ground to wrap around the tree trunks and obscure the path ahead.
"It's so quiet," she whispered, taking in several deep breaths.
"Yeah. We should be hearing something right now. Birds, or night animals... something has spooked the locals." Regan stepped up his pace.
They had only gone a few feet when Trixie suddenly halted.
Regan stopped. "What is it?"
"I- I stepped on something... soft." She moved back, bent down, and reached for a long, bare twig. Cautiously, she poked at the misshapen, leaf-covered lump in front of her. "Ewww... it's a dead bat."
"Lovely. I'll let Karl know."
"Uh, Regan?"
"Yeah?"
Trixie rose, eyes wide, letting the stick drop to the ground. She pointed off the trail. "I think that's another one. And that's another one... two... three...." It was hard to tell in the growing gloom, but Trixie was pretty sure there were at least half a dozen of the creatures scattered about a small area.
Trixie looked around, noticing for the first time just how late it really was. She suppressed a shudder. Shadows were creeping toward them; a menacing, unrelenting darkness that she could feel as well as see. And she was cold. The temperature was falling as fast as the sun, bringing up long tendrils of mist that rose from the ground to wrap around the tree trunks and obscure the path ahead.
"It's so quiet," she whispered, taking in several deep breaths.
"Yeah. We should be hearing something right now. Birds, or night animals... something has spooked the locals." Regan stepped up his pace.
They had only gone a few feet when Trixie suddenly halted.
Regan stopped. "What is it?"
"I- I stepped on something... soft." She moved back, bent down, and reached for a long, bare twig. Cautiously, she poked at the misshapen, leaf-covered lump in front of her. "Ewww... it's a dead bat."
"Lovely. I'll let Karl know."
"Uh, Regan?"
"Yeah?"
Trixie rose, eyes wide, letting the stick drop to the ground. She pointed off the trail. "I think that's another one. And that's another one... two... three...." It was hard to tell in the growing gloom, but Trixie was pretty sure there were at least half a dozen of the creatures scattered about a small area.