Though the sky was clear, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the old manse upon the hill. The grandfather clock in the hall rang twice, before being drowned out by the harsh bang of thunder loud enough to shake the dusty panes in the windows. But the sole denizen of the abode already knew the time, without need for clock nor chime.
Nine PM. It had begun. He strode towards the doorway, grim determination driving his steps. A dark hand, darker still for the shadows, smeared across the dirty glass, giving him a blurry view of the town below. The soft laughter of children drifted up to him and his smile widened. He had waited all year for this.
Nine PM. It had begun. He strode towards the doorway, grim determination driving his steps. A dark hand, darker still for the shadows, smeared across the dirty glass, giving him a blurry view of the town below. The soft laughter of children drifted up to him and his smile widened. He had waited all year for this.
