HOWL - Paint it, Black

It is a fine dry night, frost in the air. A slate gray sky envelops the street like a blanket, throwing it into complete darkness. Where moonlight could only filter through the thick layers of heavy clouds, ready to burst a blessing in disguise.

Turning back in response. To the calling from the gigantic church tower in hover over the entire town, as the clock strikes midnight. Ravens fly away as the crow flies, uttering a shrill raucous cry; owls hoot eerily, bats scatter supersonic waves - the creatures of the night come alive.

Everything so still, so quiet, that one could hear the sound of silence until a cold strong gust of wind breaks the sleeping night, uplifting the fallen autumn leaves into endless swirls, hissing in their loops, piercing through the flesh of every mortal. From the howls in the trees, to the slow sad murmurous rustle as the wind fingers the pine's needles.

The mildewy reeks of the deserted lane crept up the nostrils, the funk of the foulest stench forces a step back. Steps back, onto the glass shards. Panics. Jumps. The neon light bulbs in the lamp posts start to flicker, sizzles with a crackling noise, dazzling the mind of the helpless - in the midst of confusion; spots a figure. The ever-so-faint sound of distant footsteps grow louder, as some damned little juggernaut hardly human, stumps across and then disappears into thin air.

There's an odd pungent smell, nauseating putrescence arising from somewhere. Looks over on the right and sights a corpse of a dead cat. Almost vomits the guts. Lightening strikes an electricity pole. Looks back as the alarm of the car with the broken window starts to ring. Perspires profusely as sweat drips onto the cobblestone. Somethings lurking in the corner.

Water gushes through a destained dingy dilapidated pipe. Looks over on the left as it falls down onto the broken merry-go-round wheel, squeaks and creeks as it oscillates to and fro. This very certain sinister block of building thrusts forward, it has neither a bell not a knocker. Shouts out, "Mr Frankenstein" and the door swings open with a savage laugh coming from inside.