Teresa Bala Weber

Creatures of the Night

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A single flame stood sentinel to the gathering clouds that partially concealed the sliver of moon. The wind whispered through the tops of the pine trees giving the impression of spectral voices discussing the flickering glow. Animals stopped to stare and wonder at the new manifestation, and instinctively turned away from their habitual game trails to give the cabin a wide berth. It was as if they sensed the evil that lurked within.