In the gloom of the night darkness fills the night sky without a trace of light to be shown in the heavens. Fog thickens as it rolls in adding tension everywhere, but what is behind the fog? What is it hiding? What is the cause of it, and why is it making sounds like footsteps creeping along through the night?

The moss on the trees hangs low just touching the surface of the trails that they adorn. Night sounds are silent for the fear of the fog that creeps along the paths which leads to the forest beyond the woods behind an old dead oak tree that’s fallen to the floor of the forest. Who else knows about this place? Has anyone else been there before, or was it left on purpose because of the things that happened there?

Could someone have died there, and their spirits are lost wondering aimlessly alone trying to find rest? Is this what it is in the fog? Is this what’s moaning and creeping through the night? It screams loud enough to make the birds fly away! These lost souls are who we call NIGHT WALKERS!!!

As it moves swiftly through the forest among the trails in the night fog filled sky, it halts abruptly and starts to sniff the air as if it knew where it was. It screeched and howled from what was left of its being! Eye sockets red like fire glowed in the darkness, from what was the nose blew out thick clouds of smoke so rancid enough to take the bark off of the trees.

Within minutes, the ground began to shake and quake. The trees were uprooted from where they stood, and more night walkers appeared from the abys to join their master. Running and screaming through the forest leaving slime and fire behind them turning the forest into their domain was pure evil!

Only those lost souls who once lived there are those who returned to try to reclaim what was once theirs. All of the evil they had inside of them when they were alive followed them…they never let go of it; now they are damned with it forever! Those who they were looking for were no longer alive, they died many centuries ago, but their spirits were still walking, searching, empty, and alone.

Who could have known that they would come back? Who could have known that hell would break loose after many centuries? Ever wondering through the night. Ever wondering through out the earth trying to find rest when there is none. Screeching and howling forever. Forever walking NIGHT WALKERS!!!