ran past barking like a samjokgu. I think she was heading toward that little playground.” Hwang Halmeoni held out a peeled clove and Jihoon accepted it, though he still hadn’t gotten the garlic smell off his skin from earlier.
The playground sat at the base of the road, adjacent to the first line of trees.
“Dubu!” Jihoon yelled, hoping she’d hidden in the plastic jungle gym.
No such luck, as her barking answered him from the woods.
Jihoon whistled, hoping it would be enough to gain her return, but she didn’t emerge.
Misty clouds hung heavy in the sky. He didn’t like the idea of going into the woods when even the light of the moon was absent. A shiver ran down his spine and goose bumps rose on his skin.
Jihoon clicked on his phone light, squared his shoulders, and entered the woods.
“Dubu, come on, girl,” he yelled loud enough for his voice to echo back.
At night, the shadows became a menacing gray of shapes reaching for him. Ghosts and monsters shifted in his peripheral vision.
It didn’t matter that he’d stopped believing in those things long ago.
Night and darkness made a believer of everyone.
Something pulled his sleeve and he spun around with a shout an octave higher than he would like to admit. Jihoon half expected to see a leering dokkaebi with rotting teeth and malicious intent, story monsters used to make kids obey their parents.
It was a branch.
He laughed to release his jitters.
A shape darted past and his laugh became another yelp.
“Dubu!” Jihoon took off after her. He was going to wring that dog’s neck. He’d go to the pet store and buy an exact replica of Dubu. His halmeoni would never know the difference.
Jihoon tried not to twitch at every noise or rustle of leaves. He kept his eyes straight ahead, refusing to glance into the shadows surrounding him.
He finally caught up with Dubu and scooped her into his arms. She wriggled, clutching something in her teeth. Jihoon hoped to the heavens it wasn’t a rat. She dropped it, and he jumped back in case it was still alive.
With a fair bit of embarrassment, Jihoon realized it wasn’t a rodent but a shoe. More specifically, a girl’s sneaker.
“Oh, good. This is exactly what I needed. I’m so glad we went into a dark, terrifying forest to find this.”
Wandering back through the woods with a wriggling Dubu in his arms soon revealed that Jihoon was good and lost. He couldn’t even find a hiking path to give him some semblance of direction.
In his arms Dubu’s body vibrated with a low growl. Nervously, Jihoon glanced around, expecting to see some wild beast approaching. But there were only shadows and trees.
It seemed Dubu was reacting to nothing, or perhaps a wayward squirrel had scurried past. Then Jihoon saw one of the shadows by an old oak shift until he made out the shape of a lurking creature. The beast growled, an echo of Dubu’s. Jihoon clamped his hand around the dog’s muzzle to quiet her. At first he thought the animal was warning them away, until he realized it faced the opposite direction.
As he stepped back, his ear adjusted to the sounds. They weren’t growls. They were words.
“Wait . . . Fox . . .”
Before Jihoon absorbed this new fact, Dubu shook her snout free of his grip and let out a tirade of barks.
When the hunched figure turned, the light of the moon slanted over its face.
Jihoon gasped.
Its features were distinctly human, with ruddy, rounded cheeks and a hooked nose. Still, Jihoon knew this was no ordinary man. It stood, revealing a stocky build with biceps as wide as Jihoon’s thighs.
“S-sorry.” Jihoon couldn’t stop his voice from shaking. Something about this creature pulled him back to a time when he was a little boy cowering under his sheets.
“A human. Wrong,” it said. The rumbling voice sounded like gravel scratching under metal.
Dubu launched herself out of Jihoon’s arms. She tumbled against the dirt-packed ground, then surged forward. The beast swatted the dog away like a fly. With a yelp of pain, her small body slammed into a tree before crumpling into a limp pile.
Jihoon hurried toward Dubu but found his path blocked by the creature.
Stay calm, he thought. It’s what they always said to do when you’re faced with a predatory animal. And Jihoon had no doubt that this creature, despite its human features, was a wild thing.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble.” Jihoon kept his voice low. “I’m just going to take my dog and