6 January 2013
Douglas' story was rather unnerving, it scared me, and I wasn't easily scared.
"Have you ever walked on the moor at night?" "No," I replied, trembling slightly. "Then you're lucky, and so am I, cos I got away alive, many don't live to see the sun come up." "Why?" "Ah, now we're asking the right questions, miss. I can't tell you much about what it was, but I know I felt it, I know it was there. I didn't have time to look at it, not fully, but I remember this." He pulled out a sketch, it was mainly black, as it would have been on the night it happened, but I saw the eyes, bestial and terrifying, they pierced right through me like a share of ice. I was suddenly very afraid.
I pulled myself together, told myself it had to be a load of superstitious nonsense, but at the back of my mind, I was starting to doubt my judge of reality. I said in a rather mouse-like voice, "Thank you, Mr Marsh, that's all I needed." I turned to leave, just as I reached the door, he called back to me, "Stick to the path out there, miss, if you value your life, don't go wandering, there's god knows what out there." I was rather stunned, I simply nodded, and left.
Wolf - Chapter Two • Opuss № I