C381 Hundred wraiths nocturnal rising of the night zhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The night was dark and dense, as if black and cold blood was flowing out of a decaying corpse. It meandered through the sky and earth.

The ghosts were staring at us at a weird angle, unmoving. We were like a fat piece of meat that had fallen from the pack of hungry wolves, and they were eyeing us, and we could feel the air moving and the hairs on our bodies moving in the air.

They did not move