The Shadow of Null

by TheMysteriousComicGeek

A creature from the pits of hell or so it is believed, has been terrorizing a small town. When a blue box appears it might just be to much for the people to handle. Can the Doctor and his family end this horror or will they, like the rest, fail to rid the beast. What is the shadow and who is controlling it?

1. prologue

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Prologue

With an icy bite, the wind howled upon the small town.

The people on the streets were bundled up in heavy woolen coats and scarfs. But this did not protect them from the nasty bite of the wind.

The wind picked up speed, it cruelly blew off the hats of the passerby's leaving them susceptible to the icy wintery elements.

Like little needles the ice bit into their skin, turning the skin into a reddening rash.

The people walked or jogged quickly to the safety of their homes as they imagined the warm fire that would leech warmth into their frozen skin.

Shop doors banged shut telling the few that were still on the streets they were closed. Suddenly the town was completely quiet not a peep was heard.

Like no one was there. Curtains closed quickly and the streets were soon dark. Except for the single street lamp that flickered a shimmer of light.

A shadow slithered down the streets and crawled across the walls. The street lamp sparked out and the town was blanketed in darkness.

Only the soft glow of the moon shimmered on the town.

Something had made the villagers retreat quickly into their homes. It wasn't just the icy bite in the air but something bigger. Something dangerous.

Something not from this world. A figment of the imagination some might say.

But what figment left a trail of blood down the streets found the next morning by the fearful gaze of the villagers?

Or the shrilled screams of an innocent victim unable to escape the jaws of a monster. A great evil that roamed the streets at night. An impossible, unstoppable creature. A creature that should only exist from the horrors of a campfire story. A monster from the mind of an overactive imagination.

A monster that causes the chills down your spine or the prickles on your arms. The streets were empty, the only sound was the wind howling and the deep growl of a soulless beast waiting for prey to wander past. And then the scream was heard.