Lewis heard something behind him. A dry, rustling sound, like crackly old paper being slowly crunched. A hoarse, wheezing hhaahhhh sound, as if something were breathing its last. Rose Rita looked over his shoulder toward the barn. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and filled with terror.
Feeling as if his heart were climbing right into his mouth, Lewis forced himself to turn.
Something was trying to walk from the ruined old barn.
Something big and gray and lurching.
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