19 Sleeping under threat

Becca

Dinner went smoothly as we ate and discussed our day jobs. Brock showed us the trail he uses with his motorbike when he leaves. Although it’s not an official road, he made it usable by repeatedly riding on it.

“I drove up and down for days to make it usable while my son cut the vine and cleared the leaves. I thought we’d never finish,” he sighs, shaking his head.

It leads to an official hiking trail we can follow to reach the nearest road. He even points out a cliff on a map that hikers like to visit, and we plan to check it out on our next day’s trip. We pretend we need his help in planning a trip.

As soon as we step inside the bungalow, the same chilling energy rushes through me, leaving me with goosebumps again. Despite trying to shake it off, the sensation only intensifies as we move around the building. The energy is so powerful in the bedroom I have to force myself to step inside.

‘Werewolves died here,’ Bliss explains, and I nod, but the movement is jerky.

Outside, while