A man walks into a park. It is dark, the only street lamp around for 300 yards, is right over the other end of the park.
The man stands still, something rushes past him, he cannot see what it is.
The street lamp goes out, the entire area is swamped in darkness.
The rushing sound appears again. A large rush of wind goes past the man, this time from the side.
The rushes get faster and faster, they are not made by the wind, but more by some other being.
A chittering starts, small, interspersed and deathly quiet.
So quiet, he's not sure that he's heard it, but it gets louder. The chittering is high pitched and seems to be by his ear one moment, and inside his head the next.
Still unmoving, something brushes his arm. It is very cold, colder than ice. And yet so solid, not wet, almost dry enough to break.
His eyes begin to adjust to the dark, he can just about make out figures moving swiftly about the park.
They are moving far too fast for them to be human...another brushes past his other arm, this time much harder.
The chittering gets louder, the man is wondering how on earth no one in the near-by houses can't hear it. But no one stirs.
No lights in any of the houses are switched on, there are no cars going past. He is truly alone.
He looks up, there are no stars, and no moon.
His vision is blurred quickly by something, one of them just jumped over his head!
He looks down, straight in front of him, he can't see whatever it is properly.
It is constantly moving, like a stuck image on a tape player, but twice as fast. It was moving towards him, gradually, the chittering was louder than ever.
Out of the corner of his reaching eyes, he saw more of the creatures, they were gathering round him, a blurry circle.
Only now did he try to move, his upper body only managed to swivel slightly. Looking down in terror at his feet, he saw several of the creatures pinning his legs down onto the floor.
Looking back up, he saw that the circle of beings had drawn dangerously close to him.
Without warning, the chittering stopped.
There was utter silence, and somehow, that was worse than the chittering itself.
Wondering what he was going to do, his legs could not move, there seemed to be no escape, why hadn't he kept on walking?
One of them darted towards him, right upto his face, he was the smallest. Still he was a rapid moving blur, but he could see the creature.
There was no justifiable shape that could be given to any part of his body, it kept changing. Constantly, it couldn't decide what it was going to be.
The one thing that stayed the same, however, was its eyes. They were black and hollow. Nothing was there, the man was drawn into them, trying to see down into them.
Nothing was there, he leaned towards the creature without willing to do so, there was not much space between them now as it was.
A red light erupted from the eyes, the man jerked backwards, only to rebound off of another creature.
Spinning around, they all had glowing red eyes.
They got closer and closer, they were all touching him and then....one jumped.
It flew high into the air, the man looked up at it. It began to soar down towards him, it was heading directly for him and there was nothing he could do about it.
The red eyes were the last thing that the man saw...
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