Tarin Glenn-b

What Lies Beneath

It was a cold, dark night. The witching hour had just begun. Streets were quiet and still. Barely any movement seen or heard. There was a full moon tonight. Shining bright and fearless amidst a sky so black its darkness was like a magnificent satin cloak blanketing the night. What stars could be seen sparkled defiantly against the darkness. Their light, a mere shadow of things to come.