He watches you silently as he smokes a cigarette, The wind blows…,lifting dead leaves into the air… and making a howling noise… The night sky is blank… the only things visible are the Crescent moon… and the storm clouds… the ground is cold… a tad bit muddy.. and the rain sprinkles…. The tall… old… trees make the area ominous… like something could come out and pounce onto you any second… Your Mother told you too never go out at night for years… yet here you are…