  It's that time of day. Everything you have ever heard, thought, saw, and breathed in is creaking in the attic. Ready to strike when you aren't looking. Waiting for you to turn your back, then it takes your courage. Every little sound is an escaped convict. Every shadow a monster teasing your mind. The dog barks with panic, the gate squeaks in the wind, and the fear is out tonight. Running from home to home to torment the little children who hoped to stay up just a few more hours but now regret their foolish wishes. And for me, it's worse... Because no one can hear me scream. 
