I catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye a fleeting shadow, a figure passing by. I turn to look, but it’s gone from sight, vanished into the consuming night.

The air grows thick with an unseen presence of a prickling sensation of creeping essence. The hairs on my neck stand up with dread as I strain to see what lurks ahead.

I hear a rustling, a soft, eerie sound, like footsteps circling, ju...