The bloody, demonic woman stood in deathly silence as the moon floated above her glaring brown eyes. Her eyes widened, and it seemed as if her gaze could stare into the very soul, wicked or humble. The petrified child looked right into her eyes. She could no longer bear her famished hunger, and immediately fell to her pale knees, her shadow wiping over the child’s face. The child shrieked in relentless fear, for there was no escape. She whispered into his ear. “Don’t leave… I enjoyed your stay. But, if you must go, that’s okay…” -Mark Traw, 8-8-08, 08:08:08” Sleep.