The animal’s wails echoed off the ridge: an alien, chilling sound, like that heard in those alleged recordings of Bigfoot.
Leona unfolded the umbrella, and held it over the mic. Alex monitored the recorder as Steve positioned the polearm. After a moment he said: “Speed.” (That meant the tape was rolling.)
The rain fell; lightning flickered. They listened to the sound of the animal being tortured. At last, Leona whispered: “I’m going to lay down some narration.”
Steve and Alex nodded, a bit hesitantly.
She cleared her throat. “What you are hearing is the sound of Death,” she began, adopting her most authoritative voice, “recorded on a hill overlooking a government concentration camp. Call it Auschwitz, call it Treblinka; the difference here is the victims are animals, not people. Which
