"but just as I was about to travel with the camera I..."
heard a soft clicking sound, coming from inside one of the dugouts of the field...something WAS watching me.
I immediately withdrew from the dugout, retreating to center field.
I heard the sound of claws dragging along the dust...but nothing was there...
My heart was thudding in my chest.
More clicking, almost like a growl.
I stood frozen as I watched a large, razor sharp claw mark appear in the dust. then another, then another.
Something was taking steps toward me...
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