The streetlights flickered, like a firefly light, when you are sightseeing them by the swamp. But it doesn't give comfort like those fireflies, but an eerie feeling. An eerie feeling that complimented the cold and harsh wind, Aegir could feel it slap his skin, almost like something bad can happen—like those horror movies he and Anthony watched before. In addition from that is the quiet and hushed sound of the night—those crickets doing their nightly horror orchestra. 

Maybe he shouldn't have left? 

He shook his head. No, Anthony's life will be in danger if he stayed. 

He doesn't know where he is right now. All he know is that he's far from the street where Anthony's house is in. He thinks he's by the park somewhere. There's a lot a bench beside the streetlight, a rusty looking bench that is made of metal. Surrounding the place are bushes and trees. The place doesn't look scary when it's in the