Creeping towards midnight, they stalk. Those awake lone shall embrace the heavy breeze lonely.
Those weak shall tremble, in attendance, demons rule the witching hour.
Drunken cats hail outside the window, as though begging for salvation from which ever lurks.
Canines sleep powerless with nary a bark, city wolves howl above to Gods' unending light.
Bang! A little tease from thunder followed by a quick sniff from lightning to locate the fear.
Cue the voices, disturbed souls without peace haunt the night. Tick tock, it's time to let the devi out...