Grenwald worked late that night. Instead of calling his wife to pick him up, he decided to walk home. He often did this, since it was only a ten-minute trip.
The night was moonless and dark, with but a few street lamps to guide his way. He had not gone five paces before he heard strangely soft footsteps. Whirling about, Grenwald vowed to confront the footsteps' owner--be it friend or foe.
No one was there; yet the footfalls continued, getting closer.
Then Grenwald glanced up and saw the monstrous shadow striding down out of the night sky toward him.
The night was moonless and dark, with but a few street lamps to guide his way. He had not gone five paces before he heard strangely soft footsteps. Whirling about, Grenwald vowed to confront the footsteps' owner--be it friend or foe.
No one was there; yet the footfalls continued, getting closer.
Then Grenwald glanced up and saw the monstrous shadow striding down out of the night sky toward him.
