Both were feeling disappointed they’d found no other signs from the two missing men. They’d covered miles painstakingly checking inch by inch with little to show for their efforts.
Finally, when it became too dark to continue, they once against set up camp
“Take your flashlight and be watchful, June.”
When June returned to the campfire, she couldn’t help the eerie feeling that persisted. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear they were being watched. When she mentioned it to Nigel he agreed and suggested she grab some shut eye while he stood guard for the night.
June tucked in and tried to sleep, but sleep evaded her attempts. The feeling they were being watched, persisted. Finally, realizing it was futile at best, she got up and joined Nigel at the fire. She’d never had trouble sleeping.
June headed toward the woods requiring a pit stop wandering far enough away she could still see the
“Yeah, it came from the left side of where I was standing.”
“Stay behind me June.”
Nigel lifted his shirt to undo the snap on his holster before heading toward the sound. June shone her flashlight ahead of them and they noticed a single track produced by a left foot. The right had been obscured by the underbrush. They continued moving forward slowly. They heard it again and continued moving in the direction of the sound. They must have tracked the guy for a quarter mile before they spotted a man up on the hill above them. The moonlight surrounding him added to the sinister feeling. Nigel called out, “Hey, you, who are you? What do you want?”
The man was big and burly and Nigel’s flashlight while powerful wasn’t powerful enough to bring the man’s features into focus. He didn’t move but stood stock still and whispered, “Sleep tight.”
Nigel took off up the hill after him while yelling at June to stay put. Although he was light on his feet and in running shape, he didn’t know the terrain and it slowed him down. By the time he reached the top of the rise, the man was gone.
Retracing his steps, he said, “Let’s head back to camp.”
“Stay close, June. I don’t like this one bit.”
“Nor do I.”
“I felt we were being watched most of the day, but tonight that feeling was even stronger.”
“I’ve been watching for signs of someone all day, I knew they were out there, but they are very adept at hiding their presence.”