NIGHT OUT

It was supposed to be a delightful night out with musketeers, a break from the stress of work and liabilities. But as the night wore on, effects took a turn for the worse.

The group had started off at a trendy bar, drinking and dancing the night down. As the timepiece struck night, they decided to head to a near club. It was dark and dingy, with a sticky bottom and a throbbing bass that shook the walls.

At first, they were having a blast, dancing and drinking and laughing. But also they noticed commodity strange. The people around them sounded to be getting further and more aggressive, their eyes glowing in the dim light.

One of their musketeers faded into the crowd, and they could not find her. fear set in as they searched the club, but she was nowhere to be set up. And also they heard a laugh, coming from nearly deep in the club.

They ran towards the sound, pushing through the crowd of frenzied hop. And what they saw made their blood run cold wave. Their friend was lying on the bottom, girdled by a group of people with wild eyes and twisted expressions.

It was like commodity out of a horror movie. The people were chanting in a language they did not understand, and their friend was writhing on the ground in agony. They tried to pull her down, but the people wouldn't let go.

In a fear, they fled the club and ran out into the night. But the horrors were not over yet. As they made their way down a dark alley, they heard steps behind them.

Turning around, they saw a group of people with the same wild eyes and twisted expressions as the bones

in the club. They were chasing them, and there was nowhere to hide.

They ran as presto as they could, but the people were gaining on them. And also, just as they were about to be caught, they stumbled across an old abandoned structure.

They rushed outside, slamming the door shut behind them. But they were not alone. The structure was filled with the same people from the club, all chanting and writhing and gaping at them with glowing eyes.

They were trapped, girdled by the horror that had followed them from the club. They huddled together in fear, staying for the ineluctable.

And also, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The people around them collapsed to the ground, their eyes darkening and their bodies going limp.

The group stumbled out of the structure, dazed and confused. They noway spoke of that night again, but they knew they had come dangerously close to a fate worse than death. The memory of that night out would hang them ever.

They stumbled out of the structure, their minds reeling from the horrors they had witnessed. They looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happed. The road was quiet now, the night air cool and still.

They knew they had to get out of there, to get as far down from that place as possible. They walked in silence, each lost in their own studies and fears.

Eventually, they reached their buses and got in. As they drove down, they could not help but regard back at the old structure, wondering what had caused the people inside to bear in such a terrible manner.

They noway spoke of that night again, and they noway returned to that part of city. But the memory of what had happed stayed with them, a dark shadow that followed them wherever they went.

Times latterly, they would still suppose back on that night, wondering what would have happed if they had not escaped. And as they sat in their homes, safe and secure, they would jolt at the study of what lurked in the darkness of the night.