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It was a low-pitched growl, without tone and sounding almost like a rapid series of clicks, as if saying, "I belong here and you don't." They turned and looked but couldn't see anything-no creature, no shape or form. Just an unfocused image of space. Unseen things, like the things that go bump in the night, can run away with our perceptions and nurture imaginations and feed fears. The situation in which he now found himself was unnerving, to say the least. Wil realized they had come up against t