There's some sort of mound in a corner of the back yard. I poked it with a stick. It's either the previous owner's compost pile or a monster den. Maybe I can tell by what grows there next Spring. If it's verdant crops, it's probably compost. If it's the restless undead, it's probably not.
I saw a big pile of fur out there one afternoon, like a rat had spontaneously shed all its fur.
I ought to turn the mound over and see what comes out. I need a pitchfork. And some torches. And a shotgun.
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