(F.F.F. Website Story)
It moved through the streets by day and night. Invisible, it roamed at will with nothing to hinder it.
It veered off the lane, entered a small cottage. Roamed through dingy rooms, finally entered the bedroom, touched two of the three sleepers.
Two days later, a young boy stood at the door of his small home, crying at the loss of his parents. Someone came that morning and took them away in a cart.
The boy sensed something moving along the street, and somehow knew what it was. Terrified, he went back inside to wait for it to return for him.