The light of the moon was snuffed out. This day—or to be more precise, this evening—was entirely without precedent for the town. Ordinarily, the streets would’ve been filled with merrymakers. Unwinding after a hard day’s work, men with flushed faces would be arguing in bars where the lights burned all night and the hum of the electric organ never faded. Women would be harping about their daily toils while children dashed through the streets with newly acquired fireworks in hand. But tonight, shutters were lowered before the bar doors, and the wind alone danced through the streets. From time to time someone passed by, but they were volunteer deputies with deathly grim faces. The windows of every home were shut tight, and men ranged with weapons and sharpened stakes. For what was probably the first time ever, this town had to deal with the sort of rampaging demon all too familiar to those in the world below. - As soon as Laura had fallen asleep, the mayor called for D.
