Jack walked through the streets, restlessly, only accompanied by the darkness of the night, the lights from the lampposts. He knew it was dangerous, but he hadn’t slept for days. Lying awake in the darkness was driving him mad.
He heard something. Steps around the corner. Strange, at this time of the night. Heavy, slow footsteps coming towards him. Too heavy. Too slow.
He stopped, so did the footsteps.
“Maybe I’ll go back…” He didn’t finish the thought. A giant head leant out from behind the wall. A horrible face, twisted, broken. In pain. A monster, tall as a building. Its skin was pale, dead…