There are five, sliding in and out of the shadows. Stretching closer like a flower reaching for the sun. They could smell their prey, but didn't have noses. Only nothing surrounded by nothing encapsulating nothing, still they were something. They didn't weigh anything or have feet, but left foot prints all the same. Made of and by a force we don't and can't understand. Seeing one would be like bottling gravity, then pouring it all over yourself.

Dread follows...