“Did you hear that?”

Hal rolled over on his air mattress and used his torch to shift the shadows until he could see his brother; Jim had his blanket up to his chin, eyes darting from side to side.

“Like something’s creeping around the tent? Maybe, a bear!”

“Moron! Nothing’s there.” Hal turned away. Hearing Jim’s breathing relax, Hal turned off the flashlight.

What would happen if he reached over and grabbed Jim’s foot? Jim would probably jump a mile and pee himself! His poor brother would never live it down! Hal shifted quietly to reach the foot of his brother’s bed.

In the dark, he found the blanket’s edge. Slowly, he put his hand on the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeper. He moved his hand closer to the centre, feeling the firmness of the mattress. Inch by inch, his fingers crept towards the target.

He touched something hard and rough, something that grasped his wrist and pulled him forward.

As hot breath hit his face, warm wetness spread through his pajama pants…

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