When you saw your shadow being eaten by a larger one and when you felt, on your skin, a damp chill rolling on it you took a look up expecting to see rain clouds hovering over. And when you did you knew instantly you need to find shelter, as you wouldnt be able to beat the drench, no matter how fast you ran.You knew you were going to be There longer than the sun was. Yet, you parked your car far from the horizon, at a distance it required not a run but a marathon to reach. When the seasons deluge came suddenly, you are helpless. You have to wait it out.And while you are doing exactly that, you could do nothing else except to stare at the threads of water falling and to put your head in your hands and contemplate what a bore things are. To past the time you wondered when would this storm end. As your noggin floated the ground sank even further, as the rain, just like your stares, wasnt getting any lighter. But the dullness died quickly. What was worst than the drench was the darkness. You had stayed there longer than the sun was, and now the only company you have left is the night. And what a friend it was. It crept under your skin and made your muscles twitch rabidly. It dug into your skull and made your mind flick rapidly. You were frightened of everything, even of nothing as the grave's silence without filled you within with a heavy terror. You were afraid of every beat you hear as you thought you heard a whisper, and of every glimmer you see as you thought you saw the whisperer.And the whisperer came, in your thoughts, with a sharp grin and an even sharper knife, waiting for you and waiting on you for the right moment,the instance when your nerves are pressed, to press it on your veins. You tried to hush such images out by talking to the rain, asking it to come another day, and yet you couldnt deny the whisperer from breathing the air beside your neck, from illuminating a devious Chersire smile from the distant gloom and from noticing you are there, all alone,by and at the mercy of the Night and all its tenants that hunt in its sight.You need to get back. You need to get going. You need to get running. Screw the liquid, its just H20. Whats the worst that could go wrong. Your body would smell. You might get a cold. But at least your body wouldnt smell because it had been rotting in some drain,at least you wouldnt turn so cold because the vibrant red which previously coloured you had been spilt, at least you could reach home in one piece and not in the pieces carved from a blood soaked edge by a blood thirst man.And so you went off. When you saw your shadow eaten up by a larger one and when you felt, on your skin, a damp chill rolling on it you took a look behind expecting to see a Stranger hovering over. And when you did you knew instantly you need to find shelter, as you wouldnt be able to beat the Wretched,no matter how hard you punch, and so you ran