“Then what?” he asked.
“We wait,” she responded.
“What if the creature doesn’t come out?”
“We go under the bed after it.”
The bandits watched as the train derailed in a fiery explosion.
“I told you that was too much dynamite!”
“I have a confession,” Peter whispered.
“What is that?” Paul replied.
“I spilled your ink.”
“Come on! You did that on purpose!”
The crowd shrieked as he rounded third.
These were not cheers.
The catcher had convulsed into an unearthly creature.
From inside the trunk, he felt the car drift forward.
He was unsure what exactly was happening until he heard a splash.
With a storm knocked out the electricity, the shadow people moved through the house undetected.
Except for their glowing eyes.
The skull had belonged to a cyclops, that much was certain.
Unusual vocalizations deeper in the cave seemed to confirm this fact.