Chapter 26: The Hunger ReturnsIT WAITED. WITH ITS HUNGER, in the dark woods on that cold night, it waited. All around it, it felt the emptiness, the memory of all the things that had lived in this place but were now gone. These woods now had their own hunger, a hunger that fed its own.
Spitting out the clump of moss it had been chewing, it sniffed the air. It could smell the man now. Smell his sweat. Smell his flesh. He was coming closer.
It waited….
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FRANK MUELLER PULLED HIS CRUISER up in front of Walter Keejek’s cabin around eight o’clock that night. After calling in his position, he got out of the car. Hitching his pants up under his belly, he walked to the cabin, whistling. Snow still fell thickly, but enough moonlight shone through the cloud cover and reflected off the carpet o
