Rustles In The Dark: Prologue.
Tonight was the night everyone should fear. It was cold and dark, and there was a feeling in the air, as though there was something evil just out of reach. Not a stirring thing was to be seen, and the gloom was so bitter, so frigid, the very ground seemed to be asleep. A mysterious sulfur seemed to thicken the air, rising from the woods. While the night remained algid, no sensible thing wished to be outside. The most baneful of all was the woods. Anyone who went in would never return again.
A scuttling thing padded into the obscured forest. It has not come out from the tenebrous void since. It was a sinister omen to all those who should venture into the woods.