A twig cracked. I snapped my head to the side, following the direction of the sound, and peered through the greenery. There was nothing there. As I began to turn back around, I caught the slightest motion out of the corner of my eye. Peeking out between clumps of dense vegetation, about twenty feet away, were two eyes. My skin prickled when I realized that they were staring back at me.
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by Franklin W. Dixon
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