Fics like things that go “bump” in the night

Jack smelled it as soon as he stepped outside. Metallic, clean, not human. Right at the edge of the field full of dead crops Robby hadn't bothered to burn yet, wide, glowing eyes watched Jack's every move. He slipped closer, sitting himself down in the snow and giving a low growl to the familiar figure in the snow. Dennis gave him a crooked smile. He wore a thin sweater, the same jeans he was wearing the first time they met, and a distinct lack of shoes or socks. He looked pretty out here, snow complimenting his skin. He was too pale, even for winter. Jack could see his veins on his hands, but more distracting was the splatters of blood all over them. "I know what you are," Dennis said. His voice was rougher now than it had been the first night. There were no humans here for him to pretend for. Jack morphed himself back, gripping a knife in his pocket. It was silver. It burned his hand. He figured it would burn Dennis too, if he let it. ———————— Robby and Jack thought they had seen the last of the monsters and paranormal things in the woods a few years ago. Dennis Whitaker did nothing but prove them wrong.

Fics like things that go “bump” in the night

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