It is dark out, a few of the street lights are flickering down the expanse of tar, and no lights are shining in the buildings. It was probably one of those places only the really shady did business, but that was how networking worked sometimes.
But this was something different, animals had been going missing. A good number of animals, of all shapes and sizes. Not a single sound could be heard from an animal source, not even cicadas.
If the missing animals didn’t catch your mind, it was the mention of finding them murdered on the park benches.
But tonight seems worse, like the air is pressing in on you. It’s eerie, and there’s just some small creep to your spine because of it.
And that’s when a screech hits the relatively cool night air.