Stan watched the creature attempt to climb the hill. The gracefulness it showed not too mention incredible balance was truly an amazing show to watch. It just so happened that Stan had brought along with him a rope which he had been using to ensure he didn’t fall when going along the ridge of the hillside. Once he was just above the creature he decided he didn’t care about the rope so he tied it off and threw it down to where it almost reached the point where the creature had been able to climb before losing its footing and sliding back down the hillside. Stan kept on his way back towards home never even bothering to look back to see what had happened. He did however hear a howl. Could that have been the reason he woke up in the pitch dark of night, freezing air rushing into his lungs. Perhaps some people would have spoke, or even cried out, but Stan lived alone. He was accustomed to not having anyone to speak with, so there was no purpose in speaking aloud. He began to feel about as it was too dark to see anything. There is an odor. More than an odor. Its overwhelming. Its like a wet dog crossed with a musky pet store odor. Then his hand feels something next to him. It is hairy, even possibly furry. Then he feels the body under all that hair, or fur, heaving in and out as it draws in breathe and then exhales. It is sleeping. next page |  |