“Stop, stop,” Akbar demanded, pulling on the captain’s arm.  “Listen.”

“What are–?”

“Be quiet.” Akbar begged him.  “Please.”

It was his voice that made the captain stop and listen.  It was so dark they could see nothing beyond the flickering light of their torches.

The group bunched together in the middle of the plaza looking around them.  They could feel it.  They could hear it in the darkness.  The sound of movement was all around them, coming closer, surrounding them, hemming them in.  Shadows filled with menace, shapes becoming more solid, more real as they pressed closer and closer.

Why was it so dark?  What was out there?


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The Temptations of the Cross by Bert A. Amsing
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