The night air was chilly. Omnea knew something was wrong. She had lived in Claxiona for sixteen years and it had never been chilly or cold, there had never been even a slight breeze. Yet, for the last week there had been several dozen chilly breezes all around the small town of Caya Ladya.
It would not have bothered Omnea if it weren't for the disappearances. Everyone knew it and everyone denied it. Even the friends and families of those who disappeared denied it.
Omnea quickened her pace. She didn't believe in monsters or ghosts but there was something out there, and it was following her, she could feel it, down her neck was the breath of the creature. She broke in too a run, the breath still on her neck. She screamed, knowing no one would help her, knowing she was alone, knowing she was going to disappear like the others. Her last thoughts, of her parents, disappearing in to darkness, like the seven others before her, she was gone, and all that was left were the green eyes, empty of emotion, staring in to nothingness.
