Day 448

We sealed It outside and in the process sealed ourselves in.
Our so-called "barricade" was little more than a plush armchair blocking the cellar door.
It came so suddenly - all our careful preparations were for nothing.
Weeks of raiding the houses it had been to, getting supplies and information wasted.

We should have known that It was watching, had been the whole time.
There were small signs that It had been near our cabin but we still thought we were safe.
I told them about the damned cloven hoof prints outside the window but the rest said nothing.
They haven't said much since the last raid

It was on a house that It had broken into last month, the furthest from our cabin too.
We'd been working our way across the nearby town venturing further out as did It.
Always a few streets behind It, we were, and always so careful or so we thought.
Sure we had a few close calls but that was inevitable in such a small town.

We thought our closest call was when It had been hiding in the house across from our latest raid.
Sheilagh spotted It waving at us from an upstairs room and we abandoned the raid instantly.
Maybe that's when it found where we were staying or maybe it knew from day 1.
Doesn't matter now, not when It's hoofs are clacking above our heads.