The moon hung like an ancient coin in the sky just above the darkened mountain forest. It seemed ready to drop into the still lake hidden where the mountains met to form a well-hidden cove. Shadows moved and swayed with the warm gentle breeze, and somewhere an owl hooted his mournful call.
After some time, from among the trees, a large black shadow could be seen moving toward the lake. Its shape was indistinguishable amidst the branches of the trees, yet it moved deliberately, slowly. There were no other sounds. My ears strained to hear, but no mockingbirds wailed or loons melodically recalled their day. Just silence swirling on an almost still breeze. Silence surrounded the large black shadow.
It stopped. Two yellow lights appeared, and he – it looked right at me though I was well hidden in the forest. I’m not sure how I knew this, but I felt the blackness look at me. Its eyes locked onto mine, and though I tried, I could not look away. I grew cold. Very, very cold.
Now, it begins to move toward me, slowly at first, but, it’s moving faster. I must hide. My heart is banging madly in my chest. He is coming … I must find someplace to …
“For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,
and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.”