Jessie wandered in the direction of the forest,
calling out for Richard every dozen steps or so. The night air was
cool and a breeze caught hold of her hair and tossed it gently across
her face, obscuring her vision with the long, straight locks. She
pulled the strands away from her eyes and rubbed her bare arms,
wishing that she had brought a light jacket with her. It was too
late now to go back to the cabin. She knew if she returned without
Richard, then Mike and Jim would rib her and claim she had turned
'yella' from the outlandish tale the brothers had drugged up from the
forest. She dwelled on it briefly and the image of Richard being
attacked by the ghostly creature wormed its way into her imagination.
She squared her shoulders as she pushed the story out of her mind,
standing straight up and assured herself that it was all just
nonsense. She resumed her search with new resolve.
“Hey Jess! Wait up!”
She turned around and saw a pair of floating yellow
orbs bobbing in the darkness. The dim glow intensified as the
figures which carried them drew closer. Moments later Buck and Roger
stepped into her flashlight beam.
Jessie greeted her new companions, “Aw, you two
boys didn't need to come on out all this way to help me find Richard.
You're gonna to miss the game.”
“After what me and Buck saw earlier, it didn't set
right 'bout lettin' you wander 'round out here by yerself,” Roger
replied. “'Sides, we reckon he can't be too far 'way.”
The trio moved toward the pitch black line of trees.
They called out for their missing friend once more, yellow beams of
light tracing the perimeter of the forest.
Buck whipped his attention toward a cluster of
distant bushes and spoke in a hushed tone “Ja hear that?”
“Hear what?” Roger and Jessie whispered in
unison.
“Dick?” Buck's voice squeaked as he called out
for his friend. “That you?”
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