She was right of course, but my curiosity had a hold of me. I leaned over the railing, and son of a gun, the smell about knocked me off my feet. I ain’t never smelled nothin’ so awful. It was like Wobbly had gone out and rolled around in somethin’ dead. Even stranger, it seemed to rise up in short quick waves of nastiness. Unfortunately, I was night blind on account of the lights shining through the large windows behind me. I put my hands on the post and leaned way over to see what was stinkin’
That was the moment I knew I wasn’t alone. I heard what sounded like a grunt, a sort of scraping noise, a loud thud on the ground directly below, and then somethin’ heavy scufflin’ through the dark followed by brush getting’ knocked out of the way. The smell had disappeared, but that didn’t matter much then because I had a fair idea of what had just happened.
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