On storm-swept nights like tonight, one can sense a dark power, an evil presence ominously lurking just beyond your sight. The feel of its hot breath raises goose bumps on the back of your neck,
but when you turn to look, peering into the darkness, there’s nothing there. Perhaps, there’s a monstrous creature even now watching you through a half-formed portal between the realms, saliva
dripping from its fangs as it patiently waits for the moment when it can cross over into our domain and feast on your succulent female flesh.
Or, perhaps, this dreary, cold, rain-swept night is simply about a beautiful woman enjoying a glass of her favorite wine while basking in the warmth of her candle-lit studies fireplace...