Walking down the long, never ending street the loathing I had for this place when it was night-time, was immeasurable. However, this was the disposition, of the weird, ghostly, road but this time something was off, a component of the setting, was off I had no idea what it was except for this constant, heavy feeling of a presence of a strong malevolence. I knew this was just me and my peevish sense for this type environment. I tried to mentally repose myself, to avoid any physiological episode from occurring, and continued walking. I heard a small sound awaken from the shrubbery, to my far left. Instantaneously, I whipped my head around to see what the racket was, but then almost seemed to quiet down at my sudden alarming. The remnant of sound,