Darkness at the Threshold

Darkness at the Threshold

Darkness at the Threshold

The wind lashes tree branches violently against the living room windows. The lights went out half an hour ago, leaving us in an ominous twilight, and then, from outside, came a long, grating scrape.

Please, let it just be a wild animal...

Chloe Hale

— Did you hear that too? It's walking right under the veranda windows.