‘Do you know what that is?’
I gazed with indifference at the fragile sticks-and-feathers construction hanging on the wall of the cabin.
‘It’s a dreamcatcher. Lot of railroaders died out here when they were laying the tracks. Lot of bad energy ‘round here.’
I nodded sagely at the cabin owner, wishing he would just go.
In the night, I woke in a mad fever, having dreamt about something outside the door at the foot of our bed.
My wife was also awake. ‘I had a bad dream.’
‘Me too. Something was at the door. Huge… black… like a bear.’
‘Yeah.’