Branches snagged Sarah’s shirt as if pleading her to turn back, but she ripped free and pressed on. Every night strange noises stole her sleep. Finally, she decided to indagate the sounds.
The flashlight shook as she scanned the darkness. Each forest noise - a twig snapping or leaves rustling - made her pulse race. Glowing eyes sent her heart into her throat, but it was only a raccoon.
A mixture of laughter and a wolf’s howl froze her. Her feet turned her around, racing home. She collapsed against the door. Screw it. The night could have her sleep.