Jack-Polini

ItÕs so dark, the clouds take the forms of monsters in the night sky. Monsters that I have never seen before, even in my constant nightmares . . . . . . . . . I am not crazy. . . Look! Look! See right there, right there in the sky. You see it donÕt you? The twisted face that just stares at us. . . . . Look at the trees, casting ghoulish glances at us as we walk down this road. . . . .  . . Shhh. . . . . . . . Listen . . . . . DonÕt you hear it?. . . . No, itÕs not the wind. Look at the Spanish Moss as it hangs in the trees . It is as still as a corpse. WHO IS THERE!!! WHO IS THERE!!!! Who is there stalking u