I watched the children scramble up the hillside. I shouted, hoping that whatever was chasing them would turn its attention to me. I saw nothing else take the hill, but the screams that followed were evidence of my failure.
I tried to talk myself into to calling the police, but knew it would be just like last time. They’d assumed I killed the kids and throw me in jail till the medical examiner came and again described the claw marks that no human could make. Then they’d try to charge me with something else. Eventually letting me go. Not again.