Attack of the Bayport Beast

A twig cracked. I snapped my head to the side, following the direction of the sound, and peered through the greenery. There was nothing there.

As I began to turn back around, I caught the slightest motion out of the corner of my eye.

Peeking out between clumps of dense vegetation, about twenty feet away, were two eyes. My skin prickled when I realized that they were staring back at me.

Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books.