DarknessDarkness fills my lifeWith such meaningless furyAnd I can't stop it.
Late Night Creeps.She sat at one of the tables in the Greenville Bakery that she had worked in. She had the day off but decided to stop by anyways to get herself a cup of coffee
. Late at night.It had been almost four in the morning and the streets in the town were hollow, growing more silent that a ghost's whisper as it slowly calls you into the night. She grabbed her thick, brown hoodie and, silently, put it on, keeping her hood off for a better vision of the dark night. All the lights were off and the only spot of brightness was the shining of the moonlight, glistening through the glass door, leaving it clearly visible, at least for Shankress to see.A few minutes had gone by and the small cup of "mochachinno" is only a quarter empty. That strong, sugar-filled elixir of sweetness was just enough for Shanks to get chills that quiver down from the little hairs on the back of her neck, to the part of her spine at the very end. She started to get paranoid again. Flashing thoughts of the horrific ru