The Birthday Is Over And Scary Sammy

The birthday went well. My son received enough gift cards to finish paying for all the games he has on reserve. He's thinking of getting a job too. Gasp! I like a boy who wants to work. He loved his surprise cake as well which can be seen along with the one his sister made on my facebook page. Sunday went by way too fast and now here we are at the start of another week. Mom has her test on Saturday to be a CNA. Hopefully she won't psyche herself out too badly. She has the knowledge and ability to pass the test she just needs to beleive in herself. I've been back at work trying to get back into the writing groove. I didn't work on it at all over the weekend and it isn't something I've been able to pick back up and just move on with. However, I have managed to add significantly to the thing and as promised, here's another small piece:

The sound came again from Sammy's right but it was answered this time and Sammy was sure the sound came from his left. It was an odd sound kind of a keening whistle. It reminded Sammy of the songs of the whales he'd heard in a documentary one time.
Sammy stopped in his tracks and Horace bumped into him.
"What the," Horace started to say but Sammy put his hand over Horace's mouth. Horace went still.
Sammy put his face close to Horace’s. "They're talking," he said.
"What," Horace whispered. "Who?"
"That noise," Sammy said. "It sounds like an animal in my world and it’s how they talk to each other."
"Do you understand it," Horace asked.
Sammy shook his head. "No," he said. "I don't understand it. I don't speak whale."
"What's whale," Horace asked.
Sammy opened his mouth to answer but realized this was the completely wrong time to have this conversation.
"Look," he said. "You’ll just have to trust me. They are talking to each other. I don’t like this. We need to get out of here quickly."
Horace nodded and grabbed Sammy’s hand. Before Sammy had a chance to think Horace was off and running. Sammy did his best to keep up but there was no time to look where they were going and he was bumping painfully into things at shin height.
The sounds were coming fast now as they called back and forth to each other.
"Duck," Horace called over his shoulder.
"What," Sammy said at about the same moment as he saw the low hanging tree branch. He dove for the ground and lost his grip on Horace's hand. Horace didn't stop quick enough and was swallowed up by the fog. Sammy was breathing hard and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears.
He took a few deep breaths to slow his heart down so he could listen to what was happening around him. He could see something tall and thick from where he lay on the ground and he thought it might be the tree whose branch he'd almost brained himself on.
He scooted as quietly as he could toward the tree and tried to make himself look as though he were a part of it.
He didn't know where Horace was but he could now hear movement around him and he just hoped it was Horace getting nearer to him and not the things that had been communicating so eerily in the fog.
Sammy sat completely still waiting for something to happen. His heart beat was starting to race again and he tried to breathe deeply to slow it down. It wasn't helping.
He noticed the fog starting to swirl and thought it likely that something was moving closer to him. He turned his head slowly and saw a shape in the fog. It seemed to dance as the tendrils swirled around the shape. He turned his head slowly in the other direction and saw another shape there. Whatever they were there was no more talking between them. They were silently approaching the tree and Sammy knew he had to act quickly or they’d find him.

Are you biting your nails yet? Will Sammy get out alive? What are the shapes in the fog? How rough is this draft! Ugh! OK, I know it really isn't great but it could be. Just wait and see, it'll get all polished up and it'll be readable, I promise. But for now, it's a work in progress.