The strobe light at the club last week had had us all hyped up, everybody dancing, lookin' like a series of crazy stills from some epic movie. But here in the flickering light of the old house, still hours from twilight, we bundled our panic into our chests and breathed rapidly. It gave us the same snapshots as that strobe had, but now we didn't focus on those brief illuminations, but instead on the dark. The dark swallowed our racing thoughts and stole our body... See more