Creatures of the night
Creatures of the night. Marshal John Harris was doing his evening round through town. He could almost taste the anxiety in the air, as he knew the whole town was dreading to face another night with the creatures. It was getting dark; the boys and girls ought to be already locked up in their cribs. He was the only one outside alone, but even in this gloom the marshal didn’t need to be worried about the creatures; he was a grown man and had sex lots of times, the creatures wouldn’t want him anymore. It was a full moon tonight and in the nearby forest, the restless creatures could already be heard. Their ominous howling and excited yapping was very distinct in the eerie silence and traveled far in the crisp cold winter night. Lately …