I rushed out the front door and Lyle followed. Nothing was there that either of us could see. Lyle flashed his light this way and that and still nothing.
I began to think that it was just a chance occurrence, like a tree limb falling or something. The wind was still running fresh. The only sound outside was its mournful moan rising and falling with its intensity. But here again definitely not human.
We decided to head back in.
And there it was on the door – scrawled in large letters – GO BACK THE WAY YOU CAME.
Startling, but we shrugged it off quickly after Lyle opined that it was pure intimidation – all bark, no bite.
I stood the first watch.
Watch This Space 