| Now Stan really, really wanted out of there but the simple and unavoidable truth of the matter was that it was too damn dark to do anything. Outside the snow should have provided enough light to be able to see but where they were located, some place deep into the woods, the snow had hardly reached the ground. Stan had no way of knowing that however, all he could see was darkness. Apparently there was time to think things through after all because if he tried to venture out this blind he could easily walk off a cliff or into a pit. A million things could get him. Even a branch of a tree could poke an eye out under these conditions. He had to stay put. He was so helpless that really all he could do was to try and not get too close to the creature and accidently wake it up by touching it. Then he had a more terrifying thought than any of the ones to that point. What if he was in a nest of more than one of them? What if there were a bunch of them, surrounding him. If he had got up and tried to run would he have tripped over another one of them? What might they do to him if he tried that? next page |  |