Attack of the Bayport Beast by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

8

SIGHTING

JOE

DID I ACTUALLY THINK WE would spot the Bayport Beast? I don’t know. But if we did, I was ready. My camera was clutched in both hands as I moved briskly down the trails.

After Frank and I had split up, I figured I would cover more ground than him. Keeping my eyes open for anything strange, my competitive side kicked in. I knew I could beat him to the place where the trails rejoined.

The path dipped and crossed an old creek. I hopped over the dry creek bed and was getting ready to lean into the climb ahead when I heard a rustle in the woods to my right. I slowed to a stop and scanned the woods: nothing but trees, trees, and more trees. The undergrowth was thick, but I didn’t think a full-grown Sasquatch would hide so close to the trail.

I waited and listened a bit longer. Nothing. I turned and began climbing up the steep trail.

There was another rustle and what sounded like a twig snapping. I halted again, but all I heard were chirping birds. Then another snap. I slowly turned and searched the woods again. Nothing.

Movement caught the corner of my eye. I widened my view to include the spot where the trail crossed the creek bed.

A dark shape lumbered past thick tree trunks and behind leafy undergrowth. Branches swung and more twigs snapped as whatever it was crept closer to the trail. The dark form shrank momentarily as if ducking under a branch before moving closer. Then the thing emerged from behind the last tree and stood in the center of the dry creek bed. Out of the woods, unobstructed, there it was—the Bayport Beast!

I felt two conflicting emotions: elation that I was actually looking at a mythical figure, and pure fear. Even though I was partway up the next hill, this thing was massive: at least seven feet tall. It was covered with matted brown hair, and its two dark eyes seemed to bore into me.

The detective in me was ready to gather evidence, but my primal self was ready to drop the camera and get out of there.

Luckily, the detective part won out as I slowly raised the camera to my face. Either the creature wasn’t a fan of paparazzi or my movement spooked it. Whatever it was, the beast turned and thundered back into the woods. I barely got a shot off before it disappeared down the dry creek bed.

I ran down the hill, trying to get another shot, before realizing that it was heading straight for my brother. I had to warn him!

I dug out my phone and checked the coverage—only one bar. I hoped the signal would hold as I shot Frank a quick text.

After I sent the text, I almost pursued the creature into the woods. Almost. Now my primal half took over. I didn’t want to corner that thing between my brother and me. Instead, I ran up the hiking trail. Hopefully, I could reach the split and then double back to my brother’s trail.

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