Stalkers
The dark night shrouds them from view, but it does nothing to smother the sounds of their steps. You hear them before you see them, but once you do, you wish you hadn't.
The figure was tall and thin, black robes billowing silently around them by an unfelt wind. Their arms and hands are wrapped in ragged cloth, but it does not hide the clawed, spindly fingers of their large hands. Their most noticable feature, however, was the multitude of eyes that covered their robes and face, and the eye stalks protruding from behind their shoulders. All of the glowing, red eyes are focused on you, watching and waiting to see if you would run or accept your fate.
You must take too long to decide, because tendrils covered in those same red eyes shoot out from beneath their robes to grab you and pull you to them. Yes, your fear will make a delicious meal.
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