Here we go again. Hope you guys enjoy this one as much as yesterday's.
The boy tries to whistle in the moonlight, tries and fails.
The shadow of the man passing the opposite way on the other side of the dirt road nods at him, and keeps nodding forward as long, pointed limbs begin to grow from the man’s back.
The boy runs, his house a dark silhouette at the end of the road. Footsteps and gurgling laughter behind him.
He bursts through the door but doesn’t shut it behind him.
Blood and gore everywhere. His family in pieces.
The voice behind him, close now. Whispering. “Where did you think I was coming from?”