Kris was yelling. “You don’t understand. I saw a buck in my apartment complex. IN MY APARTMENT COMPLEX.”
“Dude. Chill.” Brayden’s voice was flippant, contemptuous. “Deer get in those places all the time.”
“Not like this. It was watching me. It was following me. It’s that deer I hit, I just know it. That little mark on her head that looked like a crown…”
“You’re freaking me out,” said Brayden. “Stop it.”
“What’s that?” cried Kris. “WHAT’S THAT?”
It was the unmistakable echo of cloven hooves at the door.