Another day, another dawn, the days nightmare has past and now the night has settled, the creatures of the night are coming out to play. Creeping and crawling along the floors and walls, leaving scratch marks and nails in the wake of their trail. The cold wind blowing the dead leaf, round and round like there is some life in the darkness and the howling of the wolves at night would make an ere atmosphere for even the coldest of souls. The full moon brings some light to the dark. All the eyes in the trees and bushes follow you around, stripping the flesh of your body with every blind of their lid. In the corner of your eye you know your being watched from the trees and bushes. Your heart is pounding, your feel the blood rushing around instead, the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention on deaths sargents cry of fear. The creatures are licking their lips at stalking their prey. The wind dies and a peaceful grace takes the night, but now the trees are alive with coming closer to you trying to grab you. You hear the creatures sucking the cold air in as they get closer and closer. Alas the struggle is over and it was all a dream. The real torture comes from having to escape from your nightmare where you're safe and sound, trying to forget the realality and remember fears of comfort!