So the night has fallen once more blanketing the
East with immeasurable darkness beyond the horizon, my vision has been reduced
within the radius of the flickering torch that I am holding. Soon the howling
will scorch the lands and all windows and doors will be shut, no one will dare
set foot outside of their dwellings.
The creatures that lord over the land in the
absence of the sun, slowly creep out of the caves and from beneath the ground.
Their bloodshot eyes and yellow fangs suggest nothing but death, it is the
hunting season and they are coming out for the kill. Humans are aware of their
hellish existence but they know nothing, natural or magical that could stop
them.
They know that all they have to do is to stay
within their homes shut their windows and door, put out all their lights and
light a single candle, just a single candle. This mysterious way somehow tells
the night creatures to avoid them.
Suddenly the silence of the night was ripped by an
earsplitting scream. The feast has started...
#unfinished-story
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*this is an original composition of mine
