Something In The Woods
Chapter 1 There it was again. A faint, yet clearly recognizable “whoop” sound followed by three quick knocks against wood. It sounded like someone hit a large tree trunk with a baseball bat. But it wasn’t a person, it couldn’t be. Why would it be? It was 2 am on a Saturday morning in northern Oregon near Mt Hood National Forest. Rich sat on his back porch; wide awake on his small, secluded, home and farm he inherited three years ago shortly after graduating from college. He just completed a huge project for the software engineering firm he works for remotely and decided to have a few beers and enjoy the cool August night air. Rich had been hearing these sounds with increasing frequency. He didn’t know how far away they were, but he guessed …