They come in the night when their numbers get low. Can’t hide from them. Can’t avoid them. Can’t even see them.
Until it’s too late.
Until they’re there.
The darkness has claws. That breeze wasn’t just air. That creak in the night wasn’t the house.
They’re watching. They’re waiting. They’re already there.
This story is a part of the Into The Midst compilation. Or you can purchase it by itself at any major retailer.
Currently available only through KDP Select [Kindle]
