In the black of the night, it seeps at your feet like some ravenous beast just waiting to feed.
Too late now you can't turn back because it's right behind just don't look back.
It draws ever closer and its musky scent envelops your senses as if inviting you to just lower your defenses.
The warm blackness surrounds you just swallowing you whole grasping your attention as the sole thing in the whole world.
A man's face forms wearing a devilish grin just tempting you to lean in.
As you draw closer and the air grows ever colder, the smile grows wider and the scent takes control forcing you to give into your feelings you have never felt befor