In a small town.

Trying to return a library book but can not find the location.

Town in preparing to seek shelter in home.

Something is coming again.

We lock the door and stay quiet.

Cold, snow has fallen.

Leaving books around the doors to stop the visitors from coming in.

The house is slowly moving.

Furniture is not where it was to begin.

I can see the house separating from the foundation.

The house falls down to hill exposing us to the visitors.

We run to seek new shelter.

Not all of us make it.

We begin to set up traps to prevent to visitors from getting us that remain.

Monster scratching and crawling trying to break through the windows.

I wake to a creature dance like a cat on it's hind legs.

what if you spent you whole life chasing god and heard whispers of the truth

But our eyes look just the same

You lie awake in retribution