The moonlit lane was devoid of life, save for my sorry self stumbling home. Every other sensible person was home, sleeping or going about the night- time occupation. In that ungodly hour, all I wanted was a strong cup a’ brew and a half decent mattress. I shuffled down the middle of the street, for there wasn’t a single car to get hit by. I didn’t even bother glancing up at the intersection. No one was out. If anyone were out, they'd be idiots. The shoddy streetlamp’s dim light did nothing to cast away the shadows that clung to me. I turned up my collar to the wind. With each step I took, my breath became more visible. The cold traced down my back like bony fingers. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and chills ran through