"Trenches of the Night"

Take a walk through the trenches of the night where invisible creatures speak with inaudible screams. Spirits of those past on bridge the realms to graze and scratch with inhuman arms. It is within elderly residences and storied structures where those we seek dwell in wait. Trapped in an eternal battel, searching to be complete, unaware of their deceased state they wonder through walls and those who hunt for answers. With a chills down the back or voices amongst the static they share wild tails or warn of oncoming wickedness.

Take a walk through the trenches of the night where invisible creatures speak with inaudible scrams. It is on this battlefield where those born with steel nerves choose to fight for answers about life after death. Willing to walk among the territory of ghouls and ghosts. Armed not with guns and weapons of pain, but wielding implements of ultra-sensitivity. Led by intuition and insight, knowledge of experience they stumble and crawl their way toward truths beyond human grasp.

So take a walk through the trenches of the night where invisible creatures await their next curious investigator. To those who create footsteps in the night with the sight of infrared colored eyes, oblivious, but welcoming of the ridicule of skeptics. Push on and watch your step for the answers to the questions asked by everyone when confronted with the loss of a close friend or beloved family bring comfort and solace in times most needed.