Blood Shadow

The sky is now dark, nothing but the moon and stars provide a source of light. Everything appears still as though life has been consumed by a creature of uncouth nature. The ground is bare, not even a rat scuttles across the muddy path. A wolf howls in the distance disturbing the spine-chilling silence. Nothing moves and nothing seems to live in this once bright town. Slowly a shadow grows from the depths of hell, like an obscure plant growing from the dry soil. It slithers like a snake along the muddy path in search of a innocent life form to feed upon, fuelling its unbeating heart. Suddenly it strikes with almighty strength, latching on to the purest of skin. Slowly blood pours down its once dry throat creating pleasure of unimaginable intensity. Its victim struggles endlessly, fighting for dear life but its efforts are futile for life has been drained from within its pitiful body, now grey and sombre. Another life has been taken leaving nothing but an empty shell upon the muddy path, the hunger has been quenched but until the next time the veil of darkness drops the shadow will return from the depths of hell.