As soon as he turned his back, Jeffrey could feel it.
The presence. A chill. He didn't know what, but he knew that something was there.
A tingle in his left shoulder. Claws gently pressing.
Goosebumps flared up and down his arms, and his heart went into overdrive. Thump-thumping away.
But Jeffrey didn't panic. He remembered the tip his grandmother had given him. A way to survive.
He walked.
He didn't run, didn't scream. He made his way back to the house. And he went slowly, deliberately.
A deep breath.
The presence grew colder in anger. The claws weighed heavily on his left shoulder.
Eyes straight ahead.
The claws pierced skin. Pain flared, and he bit his tongue.
Never turning around.
The claws clenched tight. Tighter. Tighter still.
As soon as he reached the front door, Jeffrey simply opened it, stepped inside, and closed it. A gust of wind rattled the frame.
