The Nebel Woods

"Worse than the cawing of the crows was the hideous cry that had came from the grove at that moment. Almost like a wave, the house lights came on, one by one. In the streets outside, men were gathering, lanterns and pitchforks in hand and ready to rescue whoever was on the other side of the mist. I made myself available for the search and then we set off to look for the missing young man - who seemed to be a certain Jonas, a boy who was in his early twenties - but not without first hearing the story of his mother. She was crying and in a state of shock, screaming for everyone to hear as she yelled about the voices her son heard during the day and how the damn crows seemed interested in the boy."