Penny avoided Colton the next two weeks, which worked out since his family spent one of those weeks in Dollywood. It was enough of a cleanseâfor a lack of a proper termâfor Hodge to settle back down.
She stocked up on pictures, and groomed him slowly to soak in the full interaction. He was softer under her touch than before, as if he too had missed their time together.
âHey, want some good news,â Penny murmured to the colt. âMy caseworker said the Sizemores want to foster me. They're getting the last of it worked out, and I should be starting high school right around the corner from you.â She gave his neck a hearty pat. âCouple more weeks at most, and I'll be back to being able to sneak out here almost every evening. I'll just have to dodge ColtonâŠ.â
Guilt squished around her insides. Colton texted her everyday with pictures of his trip, or just to say he missed her. She recognized it was nice, but it made her want to turn her phone off for weeks. It felt wrong to be cute back, or to simply say she missed hanging out.
She picked burs from Hodge's tail tuff. âThink Iâll walk to the Sizemores. I can set the stop watch on my phone to get a better idea how long it is between there and here. Theyâre pretty chill, so I don't want to give them any reason to get more strict with me.â
They were bound to have grown more strict having Aaliyah in the house the last two years. If she was going to break curfew, she would need to be precise.
She wiped Hodge down with fly repellent before tucking her grooming supplies away in their hollow. She bounded through the tall, dry grass like a deer, blowing Hodge a kiss as she exited the glade.
The cul de sac development was closer to the glade than Penny remembered. She chalked it up to how much she had grown, both in overall maturity and in speed. She was definitely a faster jogger than a couple of years ago. It was encouraging knowing she would soon be close enough to Hodge that sneaking out was completely doable. It would come down to mostly balancing out Mrs. Sizemore's random night shifts and making sure Colton was preoccupied elsewhere, and that was far less daunting than being moved an hour away.
She noticed both the Sizemoresâ cars absent from the driveway. It saved her needing to suck up to them, to put on a show of her gratitude. She was about to turn around, to go to the meeting spot to be picked up by Paige, when Aaliyah burst from the house. Penny only just ducked behind the brick mailbox in time to avoid being seen. She was in too good a mood to let her foster sister ruin it.
Aaliyah rushed to the Lambert house, pounded on the door, and shifted uncomfortably while she waited. Emily opened the door seconds later.
âCan I stay over tonight,â Aaliyah begged.
âSorry,â Emily said. âIâm going to a friendâs. Weâre planning our road trip.â
âRight. Of course. Gotta get ready for collegeâŠ.â
âMrs. Sizemore is working tonight? Oh⊠AaliyahâŠ.â Emily hugged her. âYou got to say something.â
âI canât! I got nowhere else,â Aaliyah said. She backed up. âSend pics from your trip.â
âMaybe itâll be better once PennyâŠ?â Emily looked uneasy and pale even from Pennyâs vantage. âIâm still going to help you get out of there. I promise!â
They moved to hug again, just as Pennyâs phone rang. She was quick to hit the silence, but the two older girls were now looking around where they stood, half unsure they had really heard anything. Penny stayed still, pressed against the mailbox, until Emily invited Aaliyah in.
Penny ran from the cul de sac, opening her phone and calling Paige back.
âWhere are you? Iâm waiting at Garrettâs.â
âAround the corner,â Penny said, her breathing rough. âI went to the Sizmores.â
âThere in a sec.â
She settled on the corner of the street to wait. Her heart was thumping, but it wasnât so much from the short jog. Aaliyah had been distressed, and whatever was happening was something Emily not only knew about, but also agreed was bad. It was hard to forget that look on Emilyâs face when she mentioned her name.
Mr. McBride and Brooke flashed through her mind. She shook it off as Paige pulled up, forced a smile, and climbed in.
âYou okay,â Paige asked. âYou look kinda freaked.â
âYeahâŠ,â Penny said. âYeah, I guess so.â
âYou donât have to go on the camping trip if youâre feeling sick,â Paige said. âOr hell, just think of all the mosquitoes and skip it anyway.â
It completely slipped her mind that the girlsâ home was doing their annual camping trip that night. She hadnât arrived at the home in time for it last year, and with moving to the Sizemoresâ soon, this would be her only chance to hang out in the mountains all night. She was looking forward to being away from the random developments and small cities, though she did wish Paige would reconsider and come along. She never grew close with the other girls.
Her mind wandered to Aaliyah during her short packing time. It was an overnight trip and didnât require much planning. Her excitement for it was all that kept her from turning over every detail of the micro-conversation between Aaliyah and Emily, and attempting to figure out why it caused her such unease.
The old school bus, repainted white with curly, purple and green lettering, carried eleven of them out of their squashed city into the mountains. Penny found herself next to Beth-Ann for the drive. She was a year older, claimed to be descended from Native American royaltyâminus Beth-Ann being a twiggy blonde, Penny was almost sure tribes didnât work that way, but didnât care enough to look it up or argueâand claimed to know everything about outdoor survival, or just everything in general. Despite all the irritations, she enjoyed Beth-Ann in moderation.
âYou finally get to camp,â Beth-Ann said. âJust stick close. I know all the right spots.â
âIsn't it a campsite,â Penny asked.
âYouâve never been camping, right," Beth-Ann asked, ignoring Pennyâs question. âNo, right? Because you were in the suburbs all your life.â
âWere you not,â Penny asked. âI thought you'd been at the home for half your life?â
âAt least you get one camping trip before going to your new placement,â Beth-Ann said, once more ignoring Penny. âThis'll be so fun! And,â she lowered her head, looking around as if afraid of being overheard, âit's my last camping trip with everyone too. But, shh, I'm not supposed to know yet.â
âAdoption,â Penny whispered.
âFinally,â Beth-Ann said. âItâs this couple that fostered me a couple of years ago. They had job stuff happen, so I had to come back, but all thatâs straight now.â She swelled. âTheyâve kept in contact this whole time. Sometimes even went for outings and stuff.â She squeezed Pennyâs hand. âIt feels incredible to be wanted. You really should open yourself up to it.â
Penny slipped her hand away. âI wonât give up on my family.â
Beth-Ann rolled her eyes, sighed in a condescending, sympathetic way, and turned out to talk to one of the girls across the aisle. That left Penny to stew while staring out the window, watching the trees thicken.
The campsite was a stoneâs throw from the park bathrooms. It was spacious with the orangey lamp from the restrooms filtering through the branches and washing out half the clearing. Five, large, well-kept but clearly used tents were pitched, and sleeping arrangements were assigned. Penny found herself assigned to a tent with Beth-Ann, being one of two tents with only two occupants.
âSo lucky,â Beth-Ann squealed, throwing down her large, stuffed hiking bag. âI was sure weâd get one of the chaperons.â
Penny set down her backpack on the free sleeping bag. She propped her face on her fist; Beth-Ann rummaging around eagerly in her bag, extracting a headlamp, a vest full of pockets, and other survivalist gear that fell into a more nonsensical lens, especially for a short, contained trip.
âI went âsquatching last year,â Beth-Ann said. âI was in so much trouble, but just for a minute. Told them I got lost looking for the bathroom.â
âGuess that explains them being right there,â Penny said. She paused searching through her bag, looking up. âWait⊠âsquatching? Like sasquatch? Like⊠bigfoot?â A smile spread across her face. âYou believe in bigfoot?â
Beth-Annâs hackles rose defensively. She tossed her hair, a sneer on her lips and threw out an air of superiority and nonchalance.
âThis is Appalachia, Penny,â she said hauntingly; âthereâs things out there thatâd make your hair curl.â
âI believe in bigfoot too,â Penny said eagerly, ignoring Beth-Annâs defensiveness. She laughed as the older girl deflated. âI always have. I was picked on for it when I was little.â
They went back and forth on lore and being teased. Penny probed to figure out how far Beth-Annâs belief extended; on the fence for unicorns and giants, zero belief for dragons, fully on board for will oâ the wisps (she adamantly called them haunts). She knew nothingâas far as Penny could tell by way of very vague questionsâof the Realm, keepers, the Holy Cor, the Order of Ferblanc, nor of the Auctorita, although Penny was also unfamiliar with the last minus the conversation with the mage and the knowledge that they harvested Hodgeâs mother.
âThis is great,â Beth-Ann exclaimed. âOur last camping trip and we can go âsquatching together. I donât have any gear for you, but just stick close and you'll be fine.â
It sounded more fun than ATVing, but Penny was hesitant to encourage it. She had come face-to-face with a bigfoot before, and was more confident in her ability to get away having done it once, but the circumstances had been different. The biggest being it was during the day with her first encounter, and she had been focused on keeping it away from Levi. Running into a bigfoot at night, with someone who over confidently thought they knew all there was about them, was more dangerous.Â
She gave her a noncommittal grunt, and hastily left for the dinner bell.
The group of them told stories, attempted camp songs, and ate s'mores well into the night afterwards. They ended the group time by going around and recapping what good happened over the school year, what was disappointing, and their hopes for the coming academic year. Several of the girls cited failed placements as disappointments with the hopes for one soon. Penny stuck to keeping it related to academia and went with constantly changing schools but being glad to be back among friends she had known previously.
Beth-Ann made no mentions of traipsing off into the wood during any of this, whether offhanded or in whispers. Penny was jostled awake shortly after sinking into a restful sleep, her heart jumping in her chest at the red light directly in her eyes.
âReady,â Beth-Ann whispered eagerly.
Penny forgot her annoyance at being woken, and her trepidation, and quickly threw a zip-up on over her pajamas.
The woods were darker than any Penny had wandered before, but her experience was limited to the forests that surrounded Hodgeâs glade. That was not nearly as old, and was sandwiched between developments that had once been farmland.
The excitement waned soon as the damp chilliness of the woods soaked into Pennyâs shoes. She didn't want to be the one to suggest heading back to camp; she couldnât stomach the idea that Beth-Ann would think she was being a wussâshe definitely would boast about it at the home.
âAnything yet,â Penny asked. âHair? Broken twigs?â
âNo,â Beth-Ann sighed, clearly disappointed. âJust a lot of deer tracks. We can do a call further in. That'll do something.â
Penny crossed her arms tight to cut the cold seeping into her clothes. She took Beth-Ann's disappointment and resorting to yelling as a sign it would soon be over. She merely had to distract herself until then, which was easier thought than practiced with only Beth-Ann having a light.
She slowed her pace to create more distance before pulling her phone out of her pajama pocket. She tapped it and turned it screen down, knowing the milky glow would be less distracting than the flashlight, and less likely to draw Beth-Annâs notice. Penny hated to think they would need to wander even longer in the damp woods over an accusation that her phone scared off a bigfoot.
Beth-Ann understated when she said there were a lot of deer tracks. There was more than just the thin trail with a set or two in a single file. The tracks wove in and out of each other, creating a webbing pattern. There mustâve been five at the least; an entire herd that was prowling.
The gap between she and Beth-Ann widened as she stopped. Her stomach twisted. The hairs on her neck and arm rose.
Deer did not prowl.
Her sweat ran cold when she realized Beth-Ann and her red light were no longer in sight. She switched from her phone screen to the flashlight app, turning slowly on the spot. Every crack, swish, or rustle had her jump from her skin. Her heart was going fast enough to have her breathing ragged.
âB-Beth-Ann,â Penny hissed. She attempted swallowing but her mouth was dry. âBeth-Ann!â
The library books she poured over when she first arrived at the Lambertsâ years ago came back in fragments. She tried sticking to local lore, but after her run in with the bigfoot and alienation from her friends, she lost a lot of motivation. There were dangerous creatures in the mountains, that was certain.
âBeth-Ann,â Penny yelled. âBeth-Ann! Where are you?â
She yelled out louder and louder, breaking branches and kicking over small, dead trees; anything to make as much noise as possible. She raced through what creatures she remembered: bigfoot, will oâ the wisps, not-deerâŠ. She froze and shrieked Beth-Annâs name as loud as she could, followed by calling out for help.
A branch snapped behind her.
Eyes glowed just beyond her flashlight. Slowly, steadily, a deer stalked into the beam, but there was a profound sense of wrongness about it. The eyes were forward in its skull, like those of a cougar, and its legs bent like a wolf's creeping into ambush position.
It took a moment for her scream to escape her throat; it had to build before exploding out. She ended it with a snarl, waving her arms and phone around. Her blood chilled when the not-deer barely hesitated in its hunt.
A second crack sounded behind her. She whirled around, spotting a second not-deer in the corner of her eye. She bolted between the two; leapt over a log, broke through scratchy branches, caught a glimpse of a red light, and tripped head over heels in her attempt to stop too quickly for her body to properly react.
She eased up, straightened, and swung her phone around towards the red light as she climbed up.
Several pairs of eyes caught the light, low and crouched. Blood was smeared over their snouts. It only barely registered what she saw them crouched over was Beth-Ann and not a random carcass as her phone tumbled from her hands, landing with the light down.
Pennyâs knees gave. She could smell the blood in the dark, hear the fabric ripping and the squelch of the not-deer feasting. Beth-Annâs red flashlight lit enough to catch movement, enough to catch eyes.
She screamed, teeth sinking into her shoulder from behind.
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I wanted so bad to use not-deer with Nellie and could not find a spot for them. They are one of the creepiest cryptids, and that's in part because there are so many cedible stories. The running theory is that either these people are running into rabid deer, mutated deer, or deer suffering some other type of nuerological issue similar to rabies. I'm kind of like 'could be a carnivorous sub-species or something that only look like deer as a type of camoflague'.
I dislike the name Beth-Ann and all variations of it a lot. I don't know why, but I do. So, when I knew Penny would have a friend(ish) person die, I immediately was like 'what name do I hate'. I almost had it be Paige, but it didn't fit what personality I was building for Paige to even want to be in nature.