sticks and leaves crunched beneath Wednesday’s feet, damp mud shifting as she walked in the woods. the air was wet and cold, and she just wanted to get home and ignore enid. if it was possible.

but between the trees, a shadow moves. a deer? maybe, but wednesday was always curious.

stepping off the beaten path, the pitter patter of footsteps grows more distinct. definitely human.

“who’s there?” wednesday’s cold voice commands, and the footsteps cease.