"Stop here!"

"Here?"

"Yes!"

"Dude...It says: private property, no trespassing," read a sign from the van driver.

"It's 2 a.m., no one's going to care that we're going into a forest at this hour!" one of the passengers replied.

"Can't we go to your house, Tom?" the driver asked again.

"I don't know...I'm too stoned...do what you want," stammered a border collie in the back seat, regretfully playing a guitar.

"Come on, Duncan, don't be a chicken!" shouted the fox in the passenger seat in the dragon's ear.

"All right! Fucking hell, Sean, you're unbearable..." growled the young draconid, moving along the barely visible path of the wooded property.

The three friends traveled a good distance until they came upon a large glade with an old cabin, they got out of the van and shone with their cell phones as they explored. The place looked abandoned decades ago, a small vegetable garden had grown wildly, scattering pumpkins and tomatoes across part of the clearing, another building a few steps from the cabin was completely destroyed, possibly a storehouse.

"Looks like someone died and had no heirs..." muttered the dragon.

"Of course he had heirs! We!" shouted the fox, and kicked the door of the hut, which fell heavily to the ground.

"Sean! Fuck... Could you respect just one thing in your life?"

"Sure, though it won't be an old house abandoned for who knows how many years..."

After lighting up the interior, the three boys entered the cabin. The furniture was bathed in dust, with every corner adorned with cobwebs, some so large they looked like a bridal veil. The only thing that seemed to have survived the years was a long couch that stood in front of a stone hearth that still retained the remnants of its last fire.

"Did you hear that?"

" What thing?"

"I don't know...it sounded like something blew up..."

"Duncan...it's an old house, there's a thousand sounds."

"That wasn't a creak I heard, you dumb fox..."

Tom, advanced directly to the couch and plopped down, not caring about the dust, turned off the flashlight on his cell phone and began to play soft chords on his guitar.

"Good idea Tom, let's light a fire and spend the night here!" shouted Sean.

"Here?"

"Yes! You go get some gas from the truck, I'll get some branches outside," the vulpine ordered, punched the dragon on his shoulder and ran out of the cabin.

Duncan grunted and reluctantly walked outside, in the dark of the night all was silent and it seemed as if someone was watching him from the thick of the forest. The young man shook his head, trying to forget that uncomfortable feeling, he pointed his cell phone towards where he had parked his vehicle and walked in that direction.

"Fuck!" shouted the dragon as he arrived next to the van, his legs trembling as he shone his light.

"Sean! Sean, get over here quick!"

The shouts reached the fox's ears, who dropped the bundle of firewood he had gathered and ran through the darkness to where his friend was.

"What happened?"

"Look at the tires!"

"Oooh fuck!"

All four tires of the van were destroyed, thick claw marks could be clearly seen in the rubber. The scene filled both males with terror, they lit in all directions around them, trying to find the culprit.

"To the cabin, quick!" shouted the fox.