She stared to nowhere in particular. If this had happen earlier in the day when the sun shined and she wasn't engulfed by a nest of shadows she wouldn't have thought much of it but adrenaline already had a grip on her. She gulped, the lucid sound nearly sending her running towards where she came from. She grasped the handle violently and pushed, a rush of dusty air hitting her. R&R

A vulgar flash of light and the boy and Owl took cover as the fissure that cut through his world ripped open, the sounds familiar of shattering glass and ripping fabric created an ear-piercing clamor. The curious boy was the first to look up. A gaping hole glared up at the iridescent sky, shrieks and unsettling whispers danced from its mouth."Whoa."

"Crooning to the moon swaying/whispers drift through the leafing trees/hear me child/I sing for thee/awaken from sweet dreams for twilight comes/beckoning for you to play" The small ghost child peered below it's makeshift bed, seeing blue eyes. It smiles.

She looked down far below from her perch on the ledge hearing that monster's robots getting closer, her imagination cruelly conjuring up images of their hands reaching for her from behind. ,,,, No, this isn't about suicide. SHE'S BEING CHASED

He and Fluffles stood there with the shivering pup in his arms, hiding from both the rain and the shadows of dangerous persons, seen only by silhouettes cast by the moon's light, who were searching the hushed streets for them.