When Clayton's eyes met those glowing red ones, he froze. His entire body went rigid, unable to move—completely unaware that Old Man Wood was calling out to him from the doorway.
"Clayton?"
"Clayton?"
"Hey, Clayton!"
It wasn't until the third call—and a tap on the shoulder—that Clayton finally snapped out of it.
"Ah—yes, Old Man Wood…" he replied awkwardly.
He turned back toward the doorway, only to find the red eyes had vanished. Confused, he began to wonder if he'd just imagined the whole thing.
"What's wrong? You look shaken. Did something happen?" Old Man Wood asked.
"No, no… I was just lost in thought," Clayton answered quickly.
Wood let it go and motioned forward.
"Alright then, let's head in."
"R-right, sir," Clayton nodded, still a little stiff.
