Rising Fears
“A dark shape whipped by, too fast to see much, but what Ox could see immediately convinced him that he wanted no part of what was going on outside.
He just stood there, watching, waiting for the inevitable moment when one of the...things...in the mist tried to come in.
But none did.
That was good. Ox knew he could hold his own in a fight, but he had no wish to find out if his skills were up to a brawl with him on one side and some nightmarish creature on the other.
Another one of the shadows appeared out of the fog, and Ox held his breath as it stood for a long moment beside his store.
The door rattled. It was locked. Ox knew it was because he had locked it himself. And now he was especially grateful that he had done so.
The door rattled again, and Ox felt himself tense.
Then the shadow melted away as if by magic, and the door stopped shaking.
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