Steps. Whispers. Take another step. The music speeds up. You can’t keep up with him. The Midnight Walker, there he is. Running, racing, he’s plowing through. The Midnight Walker, here he comes. For your family, for your friends. For your life and your breath. Run, baby, you better run. He’s chanting faster. Screaming. Choked echoes… Fading in and out, louder. He’s hanging over you, friend. Taloned hands, sharp teeth, daggers. The Midnight Walker, now he attacks. Fanged and uncloaked, there he is. You didn’t see it coming, no. Blood and gore, you lay. Broken and beat. No whispers. Silence. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" (to save it from being shadow banned.)