It's ten past Midnight and you are walking home through the woods, as you have done many times before. The darkness does not alarm you, another four minutes of walking and you will be able to see the lights of the town. Home .... sanctuary. Just as the thought makews you smile you get a sudden and irrational feeling that you are being watched. You can't remember this happening before, so you berate yourself for this moment of foolishness. Just as your inner laughter begins to rise you become aware of another feeling, a much darrker and primal emotion. You begin to sense that you might be being followed. You quickly stop and turn around, peering anxiously into the darkness. There seems to be nothing there, no sign or sound of anything at all, save your own breathing. You turn around, and shaking your head at your own stupidity walk on. It is then that every hair on your neck stands up. You notice your heartbeat quickening, your breath shortening. The blood pounds at your temples and you have the overwhelming urge to run. But what if something runs after you? What if it is faster than you? You try to get a grip on your out of control emotions, but it is too late, your legs are already running, and from behind you hear the unmistakeable sound of something running after you. You can hardly breathe, your heart is running in your chest like a freight train. Just when you want to cry out loud you burst from the woods into the lights of the town. You stop halfway down mainstreet, and look back towards the woods. There is nothing there. You are simply surrounded by the lights of the town, and your own fear and imagination.
.......................... The Witching Hour.
Jag. (Brought to you by our sponsers "Dentument." )