Night Owls

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

Hers eyes met his. They were steely blue. The kind of eyes a man could get lost in. They held his gaze longer than he was comfortable.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

It was every bit the horror they had described. And more. A creature born of the abyss. Glistening scales, sharp claws, and dagger-like fangs. Its serpentine body twisted in midair, defying gravity. Defying the laws of God and man.