“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.