There was a rustling, faint at first, growing louder, as though it had been moving steadily closer. For a moment, his eyes widened, focusing on whatever the darkness would allow – which wasn't much. It didn't take long for the noises to end and darkness unlike the previous one before to settle, this time more disturbing, less comforting.
Jalil never liked guard duty, never understood anything that couldn't be explained with logic and reason, never wanted to be pulled into EverWorld. For some reason, it was growing on him, and he was increasingly unwilling to leave.
The rustling began again.