32. Strange Bedfellows
"Did you hear something?" the woman whispered, sitting up in her sleeping bag. The fire had guttered out some hours before, leaving them in the sort of pitch blackness that only the wilderness can create. The couple wanted to sleep under the stars, but it was an overcast, moonless night. They should have checked the forecast.
The man that was curled up a few feet away grumbled, still half asleep. The woman sat, listening and straining her eyes until she was satisfied that they were alone, and then rolled over onto her side.
If only her eyes were as sharp as her ears. Maybe then she would have seen the flabby hairless body that lay next to her, or the giddy, almost human face that stared not six inches from her own.