Last autumn there were footprints in the snow that led out into the middle of the field across the street and then just stopped. Someone disappeared. You and your friends discovered it and looked around for clues. You all talked about it on the bus for several days. Then time passed and you forgot. It just slipped your mind for all these months. Now the leaves are turning and falling again, and the snow is back. Last evening, just before sunset, riding your bike home from video games at Lance's house, you saw a dark shape for a moment at the edge of the trees far across the field. It looked big, and it disappeared quickly. For some reason, looking out over that field as the shadows grew deeper, you remembered those footprints and a chill ran up your spine. You dropped your bike in the back yard and walked inside a little more quickly than usual, spooked. Before bedtime Rex wouldn't go out to do his business. He sniffed at the night air through the open door and just stood there. "What is it, boy?" He stood tense, listening.
Hello, friends. I have a funny feeling about that field.
Later. Love.
