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.

He thought he knew her, but he wasn’t sure from where. She resembled his Rebecca, but he knew it couldn’t be her. There was no way.

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’s eyes blazed with unholy red fire, it’s mouth—a jagged thing, like two mountains crashing together—opened and it’s rumbling voice crashed out.