After the night set over our family's cottage and the darkness cast a veil over the trees, creating ominous silhouettes, Cal and I were deep in slumber. Or so I thought. I did not have a clock or watch, but I knew it was late when I heard the unmistakable creak of the floorboards and the rustle of Cal shrugging a jacket over his shoulders. Still blinking the remnants of sleep from my eyes, I listened and wondered what he was doing. Why would he be sneaking out in the dead of the night? Could it have to do with this alleged creature he repeatedly saw in the woods? My hands fumbled around the surface of my nightside table, searching for my glasses. I found them sitting on the old timeworn book I had been reading the night before. About an