Ice Wolves
Just a day later, you board a plane going for Wolf Mountain. You sit next to an elderly man, who seems to be asleep. Suddenly, he awakens with a start and looks at you. "I'm sorry, son," he says to you. "I have been having nightmares. So what brings you to Western America?"
"We're going to Wolf Mountain," you explain.
Suddenly, the man gasps. "What's wrong?" you ask him, but he is silent. "What is it?"
"Wolf Mountain is cursed by those foul monsters," the man replied. "I warn you. Turn back!"
"How do you know?" you demand.
"I was the hiker in 1965 with my friend!" he shrieked. "I saw him turn with my very eyes! Turn back!"
You roll your eyes. The man was nuts. If only you'd paid attention to his warnings.
"We're going to Wolf Mountain," you explain.
Suddenly, the man gasps. "What's wrong?" you ask him, but he is silent. "What is it?"
"Wolf Mountain is cursed by those foul monsters," the man replied. "I warn you. Turn back!"
"How do you know?" you demand.
"I was the hiker in 1965 with my friend!" he shrieked. "I saw him turn with my very eyes! Turn back!"
You roll your eyes. The man was nuts. If only you'd paid attention to his warnings.