The ranch bathed in darkness, the heavy Utah evening weighing heavy.
And we refused to move a muscle, limbs tense. Spindly pale fellas, some seven feet tall, patrolled the darkness ahead, ears covered, and wailing.
Regis gasped.
I didn’t believe in wormholes, or transdimensional whozits. Then heavy static filled our ears, and the very ground opened below Regis.
He just vanished.
The wails, the scurrying. I never looked back.