A slightly different drabble to my other one called They, but about the same topic. And similar enough to it too, but what can I say, I was inspired to write it again :P
Night
The sun was setting and he could hear them at the door, always banging, always there. They were mostly silent until seen, but he could never truly remember what they looked like.
All he knew was that they came for him each time the sun went down.
Would they ever stop? Would they one day catch him? He didn't know, and didn't want to know.
They scared him. They always had. He knew there had been a time without them but it was so far in the past, it seemed a dream.
It was time again.
Night had fallen.