The Beast of Montenegro

Nearby, the sounds of crunching leaves could be heard.

“Someone’s coming,” Natalia warned. “Hurry, hide.”

Mina got to her feet and rushed behind a thick bramble. She parted a few branches to see who was approaching. It was a tall boy and two other girls.

“I know them,” Mina whispered. “They go to school with me. What are they doing here?”

“Looking for trouble, perhaps,” said Natalia.

“Perhaps, looking for me?” croaked a voice.

Mina didn’t move.

“Do you think we will be confronted by her?” one of the girl’s said.

“You mean the witch,” mocked her friend.

“Of course,” she laughed. “Who else.”

“I’d be careful what you wish for,” said the boy.