Day 1,455

There were three things he knew for certain.

1. Something is living in the garden shed, has been for quite some time too judging by all the bones on the floor.

2. It eats meat and isn't choosy either, if the clumps of wet fur and scraps of fabric all congealed together to form its nest were anything to go by.

3. He never saw it leave last night, he just assumed it was gone but the warm air gently blowing against the back of his neck would suggest otherwise.