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- 11 -Thumping awoke me. The fire had died and the cabin was cold. An eerie light broke the darkness and moved across the sliding doors, giving a distorted view of the living room. More thumping, scraping, the light reversed its path back across the patio doors. Closer. I strained to look at my watch. What time was it? A more troubling thought: where was George? The thumping transformed into a rumbling and seemed stalled somewhere toward the driveway side of the house. Someone pounded on the door. I jumped off the couch and immediately bashed my shin on the coffee table. I found the flashlight I had dug out the night before and fumbled my way to the door. More urgent pounding.
“Who is it?” My voice thin. Stupid question, as if someone or something evil would answer: “Hi, it’s me t
