The moon is up, I can see it between the buildings as I walk through downtown, Empire Street. Lots of people out tonight, taking in the summer night. They just walk along, laughing, smiling, talking on their phones, living their lives. They can’t see what’s out there, the darkness between the cracks, The moonlight sheds a cold light across the city.
The traps haven’t been working – they’re still moving around sometimes, but I haven’t caught anything, and I haven’t had another ‘incident’ like the other night… I still hear the scratching, and the whispers… movement behind the walls, under the floors. It’s worse at night – everything is worse at night. That’s why I’m out here, walking through the moonlit streets, searching for peace. Searching for answers.
I know the answers are out there. I’ve seen them in the books… heard them in the whispers. Sometimes I’m just afraid I’ll actually find them.