“What the hell?” Daniel stopped, glaring ahead. The road looked perfectly normal – for a dirt road – all the way to the curve in the mountain, so why should it be different beyond?
“From the size of that hand, maybe the Bigfoots live around the corner and don’t want trespassers.”
“You’re going to feed me that shit?”
Shrug. “Suit yourself.”
He watched Daniel stride confidently around the curve and disappear, followed closely by a terrified scream and then silence.
“I told him they didn’t like trespassers,” he commented as he turned away. A good cup of tea would be just perfect right now.