An ominous cloud drifting over the mountains became two.
Four billowy masses listed over the range before many noticed.
A few folks in the valley went missing.
That man ranting about the “atmospheric beasts from Jupiter” – he’s quite the character.
“What I draw becomes real,” he said.
She took a step back. Her son didn’t look quite right.
He pointed to various objects on the table.
“I drew all of that,” he smiled.
There was a mutilated body behind the table.
The body was somehow familiar.
“The dead boy asked me to draw a cannibal.”
“The founder of our bold settlement was a man of the people and of God.”
“Odd that he would select this rocky desert for everyone to live.”
“Well, I don’t know. What happened to him?”
There was a brief silence.
“Wolves. The big wolves got him.”
As the team crossed a glacier, each researcher carefully stepped over an especially deep crevice in the ice.
The fissure seemed impossibly dark and foreboding, which was troubling enough.
That a few observed a pair of burning red eyes was initially left unsaid.