The darkness of the night was eerie enough all on its own, but there was something strange lurking in the shadows. As each minute passed, the feeling of dread intensified in the air.

He quickened his pace as he walked, trying to ignore the chill that traveled down his spine. He could feel invisible eyes watching him wherever he went. He wanted to run, but his feet felt like lead.

Just when he thought he had reached his destination, he heard a strange sound emanating from the darkness. It sounded like a whisper…or a growl? He spun around and saw the shape of a figure standing motionless in the distance. His heart began to race as the figure stepped from the shadows.

He wanted to scream, but his body wouldn’t obey. The figure was like no human he had ever seen. Its frame was tall and seemed to have no discernible form. Its skin was an unnatural gray and it had no eyes or anything else of a human nature. Its face was an expressionless mask and the only feature that could be seen was what looked like a jagged set of teeth.

He tried to call out, but the figure moved quickly and lunged forward. The man tried to run, but his feet wouldn’t move. The figure quickly caught up and engulfed the man in its arms.

The man felt the cold of death grasp him as he let out his last breath. No one knows what happened that night, but no one has ever dared walk the same route since.