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open door of my bedroom. I can feel its presence out there, in the dark, almost at the foot of the bed. I keep my eyes closed, keep my breathing steady, I will not look. My husband throws his arm across my back and I squeak all the way upright, terrified. I catch a glimpse of yellow eyes and something scampers into the hallway, back to the baby’s room. “I don’t think so,” I mutter, and leap out of bed and run into the baby’s room, flipping on the light. My husband is right behind me, no longer pretending to be asleep. “What’s gotten into you?” he snarls, going to the crib and picking up the wailing baby, startled awake by the bright lights. There’s nothing there. “This is really getting ridiculous,” he continues, and puts the wide-awake baby back into the crib, tucking the covers under his chin. “I thought I heard something in here, something that wasn’t the baby.”

Black Fox Literary Magazine Issue #3  

The Winter Issue of Black Fox Literary Magazine featuring new fiction, poetry, non-fiction and photography.