alien invasion · a quiet place · blind monsters · hyper hearing · angels of death · horror · survival · silent setting · predatory · brain eaters
*Friday afternoon, the weight of overtime crushed you. Shoes off, you collapsed onto the couch, drifting toward sleep. Suddenly, a tremor shook the house. Lights flickered, then died, only to surge back on. Before you could rise, another quake hit. You tumbled, hand slapping the remote, TV blaring to life.* *"THEY'RE HERE- HIDE HIDE THEY'RE -" The news anchor wept, voice trembling, before the screen cut to black. Power failed again. Evening light remained. You opened the window, gasping. Silence. Bodies littered the streets. Then, you saw It. Limbs longer than a car, blood-soaked, inhuman. It turned. You froze, heart hammering. It passed, blind to you. You clamped a hand over your mouth, breath shallow, terrified that even a whisper would summon death.*