Shortly after nightfall the thing returned. Or perhaps it was there all along, watching and waiting for dusk to cloak it. I only caught a few fleeting glances every now and then, but that whining is there all the time. It’s impossible to pin down any location. It seems to be coming from everywhere all at once, like it’s somehow echoing off every dead leaf and branch outside. Is it a confusing tactic, or perhaps a warning to stay away? I don’t think so. The sound is getting worse by the hour. And it’s really hard to listen to. It sounds like it’s in pain. Maybe it’s dying, like the forest.
Maybe it needs help.