When the town undercurrent began to wash at the foundation there were no alarms. It was happening gently.
The goings and comings had been hidden in the loud national narrative of hate and blame and general rudeness that had taken over America. Terror attacks and the war on prescription drugs handily overshadowed what was festering.
The town was drawing in on itself. Feeding itself and to keep that going it needed new people. It was awakening and irritated like a toddler who is angry he fell asleep. The generational slumber was over. People were going about their everyday lives. Most of them unaware of anything unusual.
The darkness was seeping. Creeping. Slithering. And it shrunk from the light. The light was just a gnat, a bother, at the moment, easily shrugged off. It wouldn’t be long before the monster, soul eater was alert enough to extinguish the light.