The sun has long since dipped below the horizon and the pale moon watched over the village. The silhouettes of pine trees swayed slightly against the cloudless backdrop of the night sky like giants standing guard. There was a mild breeze; it was a peaceful night.
As the night grew older, clouds began to invade the clear sky, soon enshrouding the moon and casting darkness upon the village. The villagers took no notice and went about their accustomed routines. A cold silence settled over the village.
A ghostly howl broke the quiet as a squall burst from beyond the pines. The winds sliced through the trees like invisible scythes and made their way towards the village. The paroxysm snuffed out candlelights and rattled windows as the villagers huddled in their houses.
The Nighthowls had come.