Creatures of the Night

I dreamt of the ghouls last night.

Ashen faced, clothing tattered, dusty and wounded. The ghouls were everywhere, seeking human flesh to feed their need. They may be slow, unable to take full strides to catch you, but they are everywhere. There is no rest, no hiding place, from the ghouls.

They ooze from the shadows, their eyes dead, their bodies dead but yet they stumble about, seeking the warm flesh I possess. I fight them, push them down, do my best to trap them but they continue to find me, wherever I go. Their hands reach out with their last bits of strength, seeking to pull me down and make me one of them.

I dreamt of the ghouls last night.