The footsteps became louder as whoever -or whatever- it was approached the surface. Eva held her breath and curled up tightly in a ball. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She could feel the thing near her.
Maybe it won’t see me. Maybe it will leave.
Time stopped as she waited, her body curled with her hands over her head. Her neck began to hurt. There was no sound to be heard at all excerpt the far-off chortling of the birds.
Has it gone back down?