Hidden in the roots
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While walking in the woods this evening we spotted an old tree perched on the side of the lake’s bank. The roots were all exposed from the water’s erosion. Did I see movement deep in the roots?
As I approached with my camera in hand I heard a frantic scuttling sound. Some of the stringy vines were twitching, almost in agitation it seemed. As I drew closer the movement ceased…”Did you say something?” I said, turning to my wife for an answer. “No, what did you hear?” she replied.
The small hairs on my neck began to rise, my camera hand shaking. “I thought I heard you say…come closer,” I whispered. “Why are you whispering?” she asked. “I dunno girl, I dunno”.
I held up the camera, popped off the lens cap and shot three quick photos.
…”C o m e c l o s e r t o…u s !”
Startled, I jumped backwards tripping over a large chunk of sandstone. “What is it honey?” she practically shouted, spooked from my reaction.
“I don’t know but I think we should leave…NOW!”
Within the hour we had packed up camp and began the long return home…