Here Be Doodles

“Okay, which way now?”

Shannon unfolded the map, filling her side of the car with rustling paper. “I, um… hmm.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell. Someone’s drawn all over it. Look.” She held out the map and pointed.

A dark blot filled that corner of the state. It was a child’s rendition of a scary monster, with stark triangular teeth, great bubbly eyeballs, and scribbled hair pointing every which way. Scrawled across the upper half of Georgia was a jagged word: BEWARE.

“Well, that’s weird,” said Dan, signaling for the exit ramp.

Ahead of them, the terrible, luminous eyes slowly opened.