“Oh, look how pretty the lights are John!” Sarah exclaimed, practically bouncing in her boots.
Seemingly
endless rows of fairy lights lit up the house like the constellations on a
clear night.
“Can we
take a closer look?”
“I don’t
see why not?” John shrugged, “That’s what Christmas lights are for right?”
The
creature hunched in the shadows as still as the mountains it had outlived, cold
eyes intently staring as it’s prey ambled closer. It was a trick almost as old
as the creature itself and had served it well in the depths. Food always came
to the light.
