The air hit us in the face and made us blush, the exposed parts of our faces were frozen; we stayed there, looking at each other in total darkness. It was a starless night, the sky hid its light in a mantle of dense clouds... black clouds... sinister clouds. She trembled anticipating something terrible. I tried to console her but she didn't budge. Frozen tears came out of her eyes--I knew she used her sixth sense, that sense that only women possess.
We had to move on, we couldn't wait there. I turned on the lamp, the weak light lit a narrow cobblestone road surrounded by trees. The night sounds interrupted the sepulchral silence. We walked a few steps, suddenly we saw him, he took us by surprise. Black as night, he waited for his victim, patiently. When he saw us, he came out of his hideaway and jumped. His claws nailed inside her left arm, the skin flew and the bone got exposed--a river of blood cover her clothes. I stayed there, paralyzed, watching at the massacre, yet couldn't do a thing. When she dropped to the floor I knew it was my turn. I ran and a massive load hit my back and made me tumble. I hit the floor and immediately adopted the fetal position. A comfortable position I had before I was born--the perfect position to see life's last light.
