• January 15th

    I remember it clearly, as though it were but moments ago this very night. It was more than a fortnight ago if truth be told; it started with long, low, blood chilling howl that pierced the night like the sharpest steel. I, a widow in mourning of my late wife, sat in the den writing to young ones of the town, children's stories. The obtrusive shriek shook me from my author's stupor and roused me to the window and there I saw him. If you could call a beast of such imensities a man. Anyhow, this man-monstrosity fled by the fore part of my residence and into it's glow. This inhuman mass was covered from head to foot in dark liquids the scent of which wafted inside thick and sickly sweet. This man-thing looked me straight in the eyes as it passed and smiled its satisfaction with elongated pearl-white teeth. I will not lie it stirred a fear in me that i never knew possible. It rocked my very bones with unrest when i thought on it later. I write of it now for I dream of it at night. I hear the whispers of his prey as they fall, when their death audibles ring out in the darkness. I feel they are as a warning of something terrible. A foreboding of unholy activity that only occurs when the lights go out. That night, that man-mass peered into my soul and smiled at what he saw. I fear the worst, my dearest, please watch me from wherever you are. I cannot sleep a wink now.

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