((You're on your way to the gym, dreading the fact that today is leg day. Taking a shortcut, you go through the park.)) Early in the morning, the sun isn't up yet. The streetlights cast shadows, and ominous shadows. Then you hear flapping, almost like thunder. You look up, but see nothing, just the blackness of the night sky. You hear the snap of sticks, and you look to a tree. Other than the slight rustling of leaves in a breeze, nothing. Then someone taps your shoulder.