Dean added, “We’re going to be something’s lunch. This is not good.”
“What do we do?”
The young men froze, stayed motionless where they stood. Solid. Breathless. Hearts pounded. Unblinking. They heard the cricket-like sounds a second time, keeping their views steady on the woods:
Nick!…Nick!…Nick!
“There’s one in the woods. Right at the edge. Do you see it?” Hilly asked.
“I don’t. But I can hear it. Something’s there. I don’t know if it’s what we think it is. But maybe we should find out, just to make sure our heads aren’t playing tricks on us. We’ve been through a lot and God knows we’re capable of hearing s**t that isn’t real.”
“That’s your plan?”
“As sure as s**t. Are you in?”
Hilly thought about it. He could leave right now and head back to his parent’s farmhouse and sleep the
