It was the dead of night. Silence reigned over the misty hills. A cricket chirped, then fell still as a malicious whisper overtook him. The moon highlighted the twisting shadows of the fog, as gradually the shadows took form. Ethereal shapes churned into being.
They were the dead of night.
This is exquisitely well done. Not exactly creepy so much as….un-nerving and ethereal. Something that should not exist….but somehow you can imagine that it does.