The night

The wind, howling like a wolf, its shimmering fur bristling and glowing in the pale moonlight.

The sky, covered with a glamorous black blanket, dotted with millions of beautiful watchful bright eyes.

The swaying trees, happily dancing to the rhythm of the howling winds.

Leaves, fluttering from high above, the glare of hundreds of owl eyes piercing your back. Sudden noises come from everywhere.

Walking and walking until you walk too far. It's strange, dark and different, you scream and cry for help, until your voice is no more.

Darkness is a monster, eating you up when you walk too far into its grasp, swallowing you up... until you can't come back.