just woke up.

time to start wasting my fucking life again. I guess.

it was an estranged hour, one that felt like it didn’t exist, in the backwater swamps of Florida lied someone who got lost… and something unnatural lies in these waters, something quick, something… That you perhaps would be more comfortable with knowing not about its existence at all.

It watched from afar, with the glistening eyes of a coyote, blending in with the other wildlife… Or trying to… If the animal’s didn’t avoid it that is

and everything went quiet, not a cricket, not a chip, not even a gust of wind, all but a clicking sound…
This clicking sound? What is this clicking sound…

Its sounds… Like stones? No no… It’s also metallic… the noise, it gets louder, you hear pressure, loud pressure, is there something chewing on something?

You swear you kept seeing a pair of tall bunny ears distantly in the brushes, but you wrote it off as you seeing things, and just wanted to get back home.

Little did you know,
home was the least of your concerns,
no one will believe you.

and *it*, knows.