The land that connects Canada and the United States is falling away. Water is reclaiming the land and separating the two largest countries that make up North America. A group of people just outside of one the major cities in Washington, near the borderline made are having a little scenic shindig. The areas near great bodies of water are suffering the greatest loss of landmass. In this case the Juan de Fuca Strait that connects to various ports and harbors and to the Pacific Ocean has destroyed parts of surrounding towns. This group of people is celebrating the destruction, out in the country where there is not nearly as much water to destroy the land. Various people make up the cluster, a businessman who lost half his building, an actress, her lover, a cameraman, and then there is me and my admirer.

We were all celebrating just having a good time making the most of the situation. The border between Washington and Canada was a small river, waist deep in some places and swimmable in certain spots. Everything around us was woodlands except for the place we were staying and the rural houses on the other side of the border in Canada. Besides me and the girl I was with, everyone was under the influence of alcohol. One of them came up with the idea to build a bridge out of all the canoes they had purchased. We all started doing that and it ended up in everyone just playing around again. The actress and her cameraman were giving each other underwater handstands, and for some reason her lover dunked me underwater. I surfaced for a brief moment, not long enough to hear everyone else screwing off still, and I sunk right back underneath the water. Then finally my uh… whoever she was pulled me up and out of the water and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Everything was quiet. Too quiet. The type of quiet when you know something is going to happen. We had been partying and having a good time, making noise, but there were natural sounds as well, now there was nothing. I looked up over the bank, half sitting and floating in the deeper water, only to see a young pine tree sway back and forth. The tree was about the height of two humans, it was not a huge pine tree but whatever moved it had to be big or strong. You couldn’t hear the rustling branches, the sound of people flooded back. My friend’s screams quieted them and we heard a few branches snap. Someone yelled run, it might have been me, but we all bolted through the water into Canada. I paid close attention to make sure the girl stayed behind me and we didn’t lose each other. We kept running and running through the woods, mostly a straight line until we started zigzagging. Finally we ran right into a house and kept running through it until we wound up in the living room. There was a fireplace but all the pokers that would make perfect makeshift weapons were gone, so I picked up the heavy stand that held them and handed a smaller lighter version of the stand to my companion.

The way the house was built, it was like the woodlands outside were part of the house on the inside. I saw a movement behind the couch and when I quietly stepped closer, I could see a dark furry ear and fur covered head. I swung the iron stand down across the back of the couch as hard as I could but the head dunked and one of the fireplace pokers came swinging at me. A man and a woman stood up, only they were dressed like animals, something like sheep. The fighting stopped once we realized we weren’t the enemy. The people were also having a party, only… they were dressed up like animals. Each of us explained we had heard something and seen something move in the forest, although we did not actually see the thing itself. The more I thought about it we were lucky to have been in the river drenched in water masking our scent; otherwise we probably would not have made it through the woods alive. Whatever it was must have been attracted to the house because of the smell of people and the sound of their party, but then it must have heard our smaller group in the river…

Then I woke up, I wanted to go back to sleep and finish out the dream but it was already 1PM, sleeping in and wasting more of the day is a no-no, schoolwork.

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