Once Heather had put a little distance between herself and the house, Maurice moved behind her to both push her giant furry ass and to keep an eye on the crumbling shack. Even though he knew it was his imagination, he could swear he still heard the eerie soft drilling of those teeth spinning down into the earth.

This had been a terrible idea! They had to be cursed or something now and it was all his fault!

"Are you hurt?"

Maurice's brain lit up with sudden memory. He too had broken a door in a similar manner but it had been a doggy door. The wooden frame had scratched him up but he hadn't had a layer of fur and or feathers to protect him.