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so I think he knows something.”
Under the secret hatch
tunnel
that runs from the main lodge to t...
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I take out my phone, turn on the flashlight, and sweep the column of light up to the security camera. The entire housing has been crushed, and what’s left
of it is hanging from its exposed wiring.
Someone is standing directly on top of the hatch.
I don’t care what you do. I’m going to take a flashlight and go find them.”
“Charity!” Tasha screams. “. . . gotta get away! . . . please . . .”
Javier
Spineless And selfish
Kyle
Loyal and consistent hard worker trustworthy
at a splintered wooden post with the numbers 5980 scrawled on the side in reflective white paint.
it’s Tasha’s hair tie.
we continue on to the house.
Ms. Keane levels her shotgun at my head.
“That camp is an abomination. Distasteful if you ask me.”
He’s wildly gesturing to the side of the house, but I can’t make out what he’s trying to tell me.
“Don’t think they were out here when the land was all ice and snow, but the land was here. Sleeping under the ice.”
“They didn’t used to have a name at all, I don’t think.”
“Now they’re owls.”
How does a man like that become president? How does a person like that accumulate so much wealth? How does it all just seem to fall in place for some folks?
These people, they knew that. Knew they couldn’t just have their secrets blowing in the wind.”
“The words, the things they do, let them be and do whatever they want. Politicians, movie stars, richest people in the world—they all get what they want because they’re willing to do
whatever it takes. Even if that means spilling ...
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“An owl as big as a man roams these woods,”
But the others . . . well, the owl got them.”
“Oh, honey. You’re going to die out here, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
and I steal a quick glance at the window. Kyle isn’t there anymore.
From the rear of the house, there’s a calamitous crash.
Her shoulder is sloped in a way that tells me it’s either broken or dislocated. She struggles to get the gun under her control. We’re out the front door and sprinting down the drive
A tall figure stands at the bottom of the drive near the road.
realize it’s Kyle.
Standing in front of the unlit fireplace is a person.
Tasha.
That dark substance smeared across her body is blood, and her bare feet are trailing it across the floor.
“The . . . the . . . the owl.”
Tasha is dying.
We ran . . . the other way. The trees . . . were . . . black. Little owls . . . on the trunk.”
“Paige
Movie horror aficionado
Porter
Knows tge trails
where a small owl is carved.
Bezi
Girlfriend To Charity
the beating of bird wings, the scurrying of tiny feet through the underbrush.
trunk has been painted black, a small owl carved at the base.
mile markers on the road,”
The tree trunk has been carved into the likeness of a giant owl. It looms over us.
Bezi and I find ourselves in the shadow of a massive lodge.
“Porter.”
expansive
Typo
A taxidermic snow owl is perched on top of it.
