Your mothers have probably warned you of ghouls when you were at the age of three or six; when you walk alone in the dark or before you throw yourself to deep slumber. Some will suck blood dry from you and others could kill you with spells and hexes. But, beware of the most dangerous of them all: those who disguise themselves as among us. Aaron could still not believe it. It is like his life flashed before his eyes when something hot and hard pierced through his chest. Was it a bullet or the sharp fangs of a ghoul? He does not know. All that can be said for now is that menace was unleashed and the night is no longer safe for those who do not sleep. Could it be just the flow of a common folklore; or is it already the noxious system that lashes you not to speak nor run?