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wouldn’t be from a house,” Quinn said, using his analytical voice. “It’s gotta be moving because we haven’t passed it.”
    “Look!” I shouted, pointing out to sea.
    Something was moving over the ocean. I saw it move beyond a dip in the bluffs. It was a shadow. A big one. We had gained elevation and were traveling along a section of bluffs that rose and fell. When the terrain dropped down, we could see an odd mass moving over the water. When the bluffs rose again, we’d lose sight of it.
    “Speed up,” Quinn commanded, and we both dug in to catch the strange shadow.
    “Is it a whale?” I asked, breathless.
    “It’s not in the water, it’s moving above it, like a boat.”
    “A boat with no running lights?”
    It was pitch black and looked to be the size of a small airplane. The only reason I thought it could be anything other than an actual shadow was that it was giving off the musical sounds. Shadows didn’t do that. When it cleared a bluff, we could hear it. When it was blocked by a dune, so was the music. It was treacherous trying to stay with it while keeping one eye on the shadow and another on the road ahead.
    “Somebody’s on the bluff,” Quinn called.
    Sure enough, with the stars providing light, I could see that somebody else was keeping pace with the shadow, too. It was a rider on horseback, charging across the dunes. It was impossible to see who it might be because they had to be a hundred yards away from us. Whoever it was had to be an experienced rider because they were galloping over some treacherous terrain.
    I saw the shadow again as it appeared beyond a dip in the bluffs.
    “It could be a low-flying plane,” Quinn offered.
    “Again, no running lights,” I countered. “No engine sound either.”
    The guy on horseback passed a pickup truck that was parked on the bluff. Pickup trucks weren’t unique on Pemberwick, except when they were sitting on top of a bluff in the middle of nowhere…in the middle of the night.
    “It stopped,” Quinn announced.
    I looked ahead to a break in the dunes and didn’t see the shadow.The horseback rider realized the same thing, pulled up, and trotted back the other way. Quinn and I put on the brakes. Though we could no longer see the shadow, we could still hear it. The music was growing louder.
    “This is freaking me out,” I said. “Where did it go?”
    Quinn didn’t need to answer, for the shadow suddenly reappeared, this time rising straight up above the bluffs.
    “That’s no boat,” Quinn said, dumbfounded.
    The shadow lifted ever so slowly toward the sky as the notes began changing more frequently, as if the rising movement required more energy. I looked to the sky, hoping to see a source of light that could be creating a huge, moving shadow. There was nothing but stars, except for where the shadow was.
    The entity seemed to be sucking up light, looking more like a dark gash in the sky than something with substance. It was oval-shaped, like a flying manta ray. There was no way to tell how big it was or how close it was to shore because there was nothing to give it perspective.
    We stood there straddling our bikes, staring at the rising shape, dumbstruck.
    Quinn put it best. “What…the…hell?”
    A brilliant streak of light appeared so unexpectedly that there was no way to know what it was or where it had come from. It was blinding, especially since we had been straining so hard to see the shadow in the near dark. Quinn and I threw our arms up to shield our eyes, which was smart because the streaking flash was only a prelude.
    Boom!
    The shadow exploded like a massive Fourth of July skyrocket. Sparkling particles blew out from the center of the black hole, lighting up the horizon, momentarily turning night into day.
    The horse on the bluff reared up in surprise, its silhouette burned into my eyes. I had no idea if the rider stayed in the saddle because a second later we were hit with a wave of heat and sound that knocked us off our