THE EVIL FOREST
Hands that had to be a foot long, easy.
Two tiny red orbs danced in the darkness, the light reflecting and giving them an odd, pale glow.
That’s when Abednego first heard the scratching. Slow, like the laboured dragging of heavy furniture across an ancient wooden floor. Followed by a ticking, tapping sound.
The man heard it too. His eyes grew wide, his mouth trembling. He attempted to speak again but all that came out was that wet, rattling cough. He fell over trying to reach for the rabbit.
About grabbed the rabbit carcass. It was still warm. He threw it, with everything he had left in him, into the dark opening.
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