The forest looked ethereal in the light from the moon overhead. Ghostly, eldritch, like Dave had stepped into another world. The branches swayed with a slight breeze, and the leaves rustled out a mellifluous harmony.

I get this a lot. People get embarrassed talking about the supernatural. I expect people from his world, with their neatly trimmed front lawns and house prices, to worry about making fools of themselves.

Anthony blinked and looked up in a vague haze. A face was staring down at him. It was a face he didn’t know.

Ah, the human race. If we aren’t tired of the tried and tested ways of hurting one another, we’ll invent some more just for the sheer hell of it.