The wind rustled through the trees on a chill winter's night. The moon was full, and a wisp of cloud banked over and around it, as if it were protected by an invisible force, demanding that it be seen by all who were out on this dreary night.
Samuel was walking home as he did every night, for his work was only a few blocks away from his cozy house, when he realized someone or .... something... was following him. He picked up his pace, looking over his shoulder, heartbeat nearly tudding out of his chest. Muggers were known to slime around this area, but none had harassed him so far, but tonight... well tonight may have been the end of his lucky run.
