Noises in the night.
Creature cries.
Sounds of fighting, of pain.
On the grass lies something leathery, scale-like, sticky with blood.
Every day a little bit closer to the house.
Where you keep new knives in unexpected places.
Including one under the mattress, not too far from your stretching hand.
Ian Hunter lives in Scotland and is a writer, poet, and editor.
Terrified and madly curious at the same time, desperate to know what the leathery scale like thing was?? Powerful stuff, like an old scottish ghost story