Skyhaven

Skyhaven

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Last published Mon, Feb 25, 2019

fantasy horror romance science-fantasy science-fiction

It always starts with an unsettlingly deep, reverberating humming sound. It ripples through the air with a slight time delay from all sides around you, as if it was coming from many sources or none at all. The shadows seem to animate, to dance, never standing still. It is not the things you see that terrify you, but the things you sense lurking just outside your view. There is an ancient instinct of every human being to be afraid of the dark. The reason for this terror was slowly growing into its physical form from the ground directly in front of Ana.

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