It's out there. Watching. Waiting. Tip, Rap, Tap. Its bones creak as it follows. Tip, Rap, Tap. Eyes as dark as void, entrancing the soul out of those who returns it gaze. Follow. You don't know where you're going, but your body moves on its own. Tip, Rap, Tap. It's cold out, freezing, but you have no protection from the weather. Tip, Rap, Tap. The world quiets around you, only the sound of your footsteps remain. Tip, Rap, Tap. You find yourself stop, standing in a emptiness of noir. Tip, Rap, Tap. You're frozen in place. A figure draped in black, tattered cloth reveals itself. Underneath is a void, incomprehensible of your mind. He tosses the cloth onto you, and vanishes. Your eyes drift shut, and you fall into a deep sleep. You wake up, and see a woman walking in the cold winter. You walk over to her, wishing to protect her from the cold, and hear your own bones creak. Tip, Rap, Tap.
