The woods of the Pacific Northwest were the living, breathing sort of entity that looked and felt as though they were about to swallow the unsuspecting traveler whole, n’er to be seen again.

At least this was the thought that flitted through the head of one Rodney Grubbins, brave investigator of the paranormal. Sweat drenching his “I Want to Believeâ€? t-shirt and causing his black-rimmed glasses to slide down his nose, he had been walking through this Fangorn-ian forest for the past two days, digital camera slung around his neck as he hoped to catch a glimpse of the beast that would raise him to a god-like status in the paranormal circle. Maybe he could even impress some lucky girl to play Scully to his Mulder!

All he had to do was come back with incontrovertible proof that the Sasquatch did in fact exist.

What he didn’t know what that he was closer than he could imagine. As he blundered through the forest, he was unaware that he had an audience.

Two hairy heads giggled from beyond the treeline.