I know there’s nothing there. I know it. How many times have I told myself this? I stare at the fire, let its heat burn my eyes, saying it, over and over, there’s nothing there, there’s nothing there, there’s nothing there.
The claw touches my shoulder and I jump, but just a little, as he slides down the rock and slips onto the log next to me.
“Sssssssstill sssssssscared?” he hisses.
“I’m not scared!” I lie.
“Yesssssssss, you are.”
I punch him in the arm and he elbows me back.
“There’ssssssssss nothing there,” he says.
“I know, I know, I just, it’s so fucking creepy, this cave, you know? Just damn creepy.”
“There’ssssssssss nothing here but me.”
But my eyes grow wide as, behind my monster, a shadow creeps and grows on the cave wall.