Out of the Shadows

Standing alone, within a moment of time clouds ever darkening increasing with the coming of night. A chilling dampness grabs hold! not just of the living... but also the dead. Fears unknown start to take hold What evil does this mist carry? In its travels through the night. Sights, sounds, light and shadows tricks played within ones mind terror strikes as the mind see things only the mist creates out of these shadows. The dead, moving ever closer hands stretched out in errie silence towards any who may see them imploring, beseeching begging for an end to their journey upon this earth!