“Devious creatures, aren’t they?” came a familiar voice from behind the doctor.
The doctor didn’t have to look to see who it was.
“What are they doing here, Archibal?”
“Staking their claim,” Archibal said.
“I’ve never see so many of them,” said the doctor. “I know have seen them before.”
“Do you remember where?”
“During the war. I never thought I’d see them again. What are they?”
“A badersnatch,” Archibal was unfazed by the question. “The most vicious creature anyone can envision. They are warped by time. I, myself, find them as mysterious as their presence. There was once a story told that you could see them on the mountains of Montenegro. Against the moonlight, their silhouette was as grotesque as anyone could imagine they’d be. They were neither human nor creatures of this world. That they came from the depths of hell created by the devil himself. They detest the light which any creatures of evil do. Hiding is part of their stratagem. It’s a way to lure you outside… How many did you see?”
“Eight, I believe,” said the doctor.
“There are probably more hidden in the shadows,’ said Archibal. “The greater their numbers the stronger they are.”
“Why would they be tormenting these people?”
“These are ancient grounds,” said Archibal. “The mountains of Montenegro aren’t too far from here. They probably roamed these grounds way before the humans did.”
“What can we do?”
“For now, wait until sunrise,” said Archibal. “They are cunning creatures. They will ruse their victims anyway they can. Be careful, Warwick.”
Archibal faded away and the doctor was alone again.