I'm not sure what they are. I'll tell you what I do know. I live at the end of a long winding lane, my home against a deep woods. At night I hear owls screeching. I see coyotes slink across my pastures regularly. Bobcats and cougars slip silently near my home at night. Large snakes slither around the edges of my lake. Huge snapping turtles raise their heads and give me an evil eye when I swim. Headlines tell me murderers and serial killers abound. It's so quiet.
I nearly stepped on the gelatinous mass growing on the ladder of my dock in August. It was alive, a million eyes watching me, breathing, reproducing. I tore at it, then saw more and more, too many to destroy. The seeds had been planted.
The large mushroom growth on the tree appeared this spring for the first time. The tree has been there for years, but the fungi chose this season to visit me. It's there, watching, waiting....
I move carefully about during the day. I lock my doors at night. I have a loaded gun nearby.
No one wonders why my books contain murder, ghosts, netherworlds, and mayhem.
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