Drawings from the Pit

"The boy told no one of what he had seen. The next day he returned again, drawn back to the secret place to gaze aghast and wonder-struck at what lived there. Once again the thing rolled up its cold, unblinking eye to stare at him. And nothing moved, and not a word was spoken, and nothing broke the silence of those woods. The next day was the same.

So was the next. And the next. And the one that followed.

On the seventh day, it killed him."