The night is dark. The white clouds drift across the eerie sky like smoke. The trees are bare and sinister; the black branches protrude like ghoulish, bony hands trying to grasp souls. He watches her. He stands behind the eerie trees as his eyes follow her walking through the night. He sighs. Her stupidity is his gain. His revolting smile chills the night. She feels it. She looks around in a panic. His smile grows wider and his eyes are calm and flat. The girl begins to walk faster and he moves a long in the trees to keep up. He lets out a faint, ghostly laugh. He likes this game. She stops in the middle of the empty road in fear. He slowly comes out of the trees and stands in front of her. Her blusterous screams are useless.

The night is dark. The white clouds drift across the eerie sky like smoke. The trees are bare and sinister; the black branches protrude like ghoulish, bony hands trying to grasp her soul…