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Becca stood inside the cabin watching Chad and his father from the window, looking around and discussing what had happened to his truck. He told her to stay inside, and because of the state of his truck, she had no desire to go outside again. Was this a wild animal? Why would a wild animal attack a parked vehicle? If it wasn't a wild animal, what could it have been? There was no way a person could have done this much damage in such a short amount of time. Becca continued to watch from the window, but her mind was elsewhere. Why were all these weird things happening, but they were just accepted by the town's people? Was this normal behaviour for small towns? She wasn't sure what to think lately, but what she was sure of was that she didn't want to live somewhere that she feared. She wa