WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The darkness was a pulsating thing, its quietude broken only by the rustle of leaves and the faint cry of an owl. Silhouettes danced on the surfaces, stretching and twisting like phantoms. A chill settled over my spine, raising the hairs on the nape of my neck. I could feel it - a aura nearby, something gazing at me from the edges of the night. My