The air was cold, thick even. the lights flickering on the seldom fleeing wildlife as the moon and the stars illuminated the night sky in a hypnotic way.
A beautiful night..
it was peaceful almost quiet, a chill-inducing volume all around.
A very quiet beautiful night..
That night stood a Man in the middle of the road.
Surrounded by the wintry shivers of the cold, cold night.
The Man, he doesn't know why he's here, he is lost, he has no place in this world..
The Man walks down the dark path illuminated no longer by the lights, he walks, and walks, and walks.
The Man hears them, they are unable to escape. He follows "it", "it" is making a lot sound, the quiet beautiful night broken by those horrific sounds.
The Man hates it, he cannot stand such harsh sounds. It must stop. "it" must be stopped..
And so The Man stops it..
and thus continues his path, through the hushed night, a peaceful night, where the moonlight showered the trees nearby, until The Man hears something again
The End