It was a cool autumn evening, nearing 8:35pm. It was more than dark outside, and all had gone quiet since then. Your house wasn’t the prettiest on the block, but it was a good deal for a two bedroom place for under a thousand dollars in rent per month. The only problem..? The mimics. You reckon that was the reason rent was so low here - and the only tenants around were large families that could watch eachother’s backs on late nights. Since you’d been here, at least five times there had been mimic sightings. ..Yet you’ve heard one rumor slipping by in idle talk. There was a bigger one, they say who’s skin is black as night but it’s face was as white as the moon. There’s no evidence of it being concrete, but the neighborhood thinks there’s an Elder Mimic stalking around the territory. You’ve passed it off as nothing but a legend by now.

The day so far seemed uneventful, save for a headache you’ve just gotten over. You’ve learned to keep your doors and windows locked tight, as they are currently.