Chapter 11
The fear sent in as Keston pulled into the driveway. How…Not possible…Not real…But, oh…His chest tightened and his heart raced, each breath coming quick and shallow. He clutched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. How did he rationalize what he’d seen? Was there an explanation better than what was most obviously the truth? Bigfoot. Even stalking through the woods as a kid with his sister, all the games of make believe they played, not once did they ever dream up a big hairy…And he looks much as expected, how crazy is that? Better question, how crazy am I for considering this reality? Maybe this is all a dream, a nightmare. I drowned and this…this is…Keston slammed his palm against the steering wheel.
Pain.
Which meant he was awake.
Frantic, his gaze darted to the
