Setting II

As darkness falls, the once familiar streets become unrecognizable as if a cloaking spell has been cast upon them. The air is heavy with moisture and a grey pall hangs over the deserted roads. There is no sign of human life as far as the eye can see, yet I quicken my pace and head in what I hope is the right direction.  

The house is surprisingly easy to find, a dilapidated shack, almost crumbling at its seams. It’s shrouded in darkness with heavy foliage on either side that blocks out the neighboring lights. I wait for a few minutes for my eyes to adjust, but the blackness just appears more menacing filled with dancing shadows and fleeting movements. I switch on my torch and pad across the grass towards the rear of the house. A faint rustling in the distance startles me and I whirl around on edge. However, I am only greeted by naked trees waving like skeletons in the wind.

Taking a deep breath I continue to make my way towards the back of the house where I come across a window well. Crouching low I peer through the grimy glass, trying to make out what’s on the other side, when I hear the distinct pump action of a shotgun.