(Actually, this was supposed to be up at the crack of midnight!)
You notice that the air appears to be turning thick with smoke. The trees seem to be shriveling and shrinking before your eyes. Every night, the moon is full, and although there are no screams, something seems instinctively wrong.
As the hours pass, everything seems to be becoming more haunted. The buildings are rusted, and the wind moans as it passes by. Black clouds shroud the sky, although there is no rain. Occasionally in the night, you catch sight of a light bobbing down the street -- is it the lantern of an innocent wanderer, or a murderer finding his way to another's home?
((Edit: Oh, right. U-uh. This is technically backdated to the stroke of midnight of today, but it's very easy to say that the changes have been subtle and almost unnoticeable by most until late.))
As the hours pass, everything seems to be becoming more haunted. The buildings are rusted, and the wind moans as it passes by. Black clouds shroud the sky, although there is no rain. Occasionally in the night, you catch sight of a light bobbing down the street -- is it the lantern of an innocent wanderer, or a murderer finding his way to another's home?
((Edit: Oh, right. U-uh. This is technically backdated to the stroke of midnight of today, but it's very easy to say that the changes have been subtle and almost unnoticeable by most until late.))