“It’s the genuine article, should be okay to read.” “Some rich asshole died and had a library that could rival the one in downtown Seattle, I may or may not have been friends with a relative of his during our college days, said relative hated the guy and said I could raid the library because he knew we loved to read.” “Oh my god how did you find this? This has to be nearly a hundred years old! Can I even read it without the spine falling apart?” “You joke now but that very well may be your favourite rectangle you’ll ever have.” My interest piqued, I quickly tore away the wrapping paper to find inside a mint condition copy of an original printing Lovecraft book. I gasped dramatically “A rectangle! My favourite! Babe you always know just what to get me.” He laughed and responded smoothly. “Let’s get some food in us and turn in for the night, I got you something you might like.” When we got inside, he presented me with a small box in a red wrapping paper, topped with a small bow. Thomas hugged me from behind and spoke into my ear.
Time passed and the air grew cold as the sun dipped closer to the horizon. I think I was looking for something, but honestly I can’t be certain of what I hope to see. However, I can’t stop myself from staring off into the woods. So long as we stay away from the foothills at night, we should be fine.”Īfter finishing up our chat about last night, we ended up talking about nothing for a couple hours, honestly it was pretty nice. “Most likely, My guess is that it was probably marking territory, cats tend to get pretty pissy when other animals get on their turf. “It didn’t last for long, but it made me pretty uncomfortable. “How late did the wildlife keep you up?” My husband Thomas asked, no doubt looking for bags under my eyes. I thought, with both of us being shut in kind of people, that two weeks in the woods by ourselves would be heaven, it's nice so far but the alleged mountain lion is, distressing to say the least. The cabin we stayed at was something we both decided was a great place to spend our honeymoon. The next morning we went out to the lake.
Eventually the screaming did stop, however I couldn’t shake the feeling that something worse was going on. Try to go back to sleep, it’ll stop soon.” He rolled over and went back to sleep. “It sounds like a mountain lion, it’s probably trying to lure in some bait, no one screams like that for that long. Waking up my husband, I ask him to listen to the sound, it persisted for several minutes. I was awoken to an ear piercing scream coming from the woods.
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