[i]Whatever it was shifted again. A brief silence. The soggy crunching and smacking began once more. If animal it was, it sure didn't seem to mind the ranger too much. The whispy clouds above finished passing over the crescent moon. It was a rotten yellow this evening. 

Fear is a creation purely of the mind. Take a common doorway. It means nothing until you suspect that what lies behind it isn't what you thought it was. That's when everything is transfigured. The dark side of the world often lies just around the corner, but few truly consider plunging into it in earnest. A normal man may, for the briefest of moments, ponder what it would mean to take a life. Then he sees the horrified faces of his family. The shame, the disbelief. Guilty black blood on the hands. A cell with an exposed toilet and a stiff little cot to sleep on. All the anxieties of what is and what is to come. Never again would normality be his.

A woman in her early 60's who has just been diagnosed with cancer. 
A father enters the room of his infant son. The body is face down, skin blue.

There had been a change in the air. The slight sounds behind the crypt might have been anything, but it is often said not to mistake a horse for a zebra. Sanity would claim it was nothing. Move along. Stay in the light. Don't go any further. It's only a little bump you felt, no need to see a doctor. Roll him over, give him a pat. He's only sleeping. Madness knew it was already too late. Edrik's scent belonged now to the thing that haunted the line separating the white from the black. 
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[b]*Venture out into the secret places.*[/b]

[b]*Don't look too long, don't think too hard.*[/b]

[b]*.....*[/b]

[i]The wind picked up. It was chilly. [/i]