Sour Mash

Numerous droplets of rain start to fall, accompanied with a gentle but cold breeze. They compliment the dark and morbid night sky. Where we sit, has no light, just what seeps in from the outside. The roads below contain no life and are simply decorated by a few parked cars. Street lamps look downward like spot lights, but there are no objects to break the beam and cause shadow. This world is truly gone. In the distance, there is a slow but repetitive sound of tapping. It echoes through the dead world with a glimpse of life appearing with each tap given. A figure can be made out, but the rain begins to pick up and the street lamps flicker fiercely. The figure gets closer and closer, the tapping sound is made out to be the sound of footsteps. One, two, one, two. Suddenly the rain drops back to light drizzle and the breeze is still as cold. The tapping stops. Two oddly blood red/orange colored oval shapes appear as if they are floating in mid-air. The wind picks up slightly, but the shapes to not move, they simply linger. Through the window, staring into them, we begin to realize a cold hard fact.

We stop looking for monsters under our beds, when we realize they were inside us all along.