Frantic, hungry claws scraping against wood...The whining of a drill as it grinds through bone...The ravings of a lunatic amid the honking of gridlocked cars...Agonized shrieks through the phone line, followed by the rending of flesh...The hypnotic, deadly tones of a calliope on a warm summer night... When the sun goes down and darkness claims the land...When the silence descends, isolating the lonely, the desperate, the weak...These are the
NIGHT...