Little Night Noises

 

She heard the chirps at night, assuming they were frogs of some sort, but if she listened for more than a minute, it seemed like call and response communication.

Are frogs that smart?

They didn’t look that smart.

Rustling in the leaves she chalked up to squirrels.

Squirrels are guilty of almost everything. Just look at ‘em.

She did a double-take of a brown shape the size of a chicken on the bridge rail, but it was just a clump of dead leaves.

As she passed, the clump slowly turned its head, blinked, and clicked its little razor teeth.

Soon.