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You hear a weird scuttling on your rooftop in the middle of the night but it doesn’t sound like any rodent or noise you can easily identify. Whatever it is sounds like it’s doing a lot of movement—and is sizeable enough to give you decent concern. Is it an animal? A robber? If you listen closely you can hear strange chattering and an odd whisper; it feels like eyes are watching you, but you can’t see anything. The noise doesn’t last for long; whatever is on your roof is moving—but, if you are brave enough to check outside you might be sorely disappointed to find that you can’t see anything but shadows. Either way, there’s something out there…and it’s not safe to stay out for long.

Word Count: 570



Halloween was less than a week away. Most of the apartments had at least a simple decoration on their door, some had even went all out on their balconies as well as their doors but it was the rooftop area that everyone was looking forward to. That's where they were going to have the building party for anyone who wanted to come, it's where they gave out candy to Trick or Treaters and gorged on it themselves. It's where everyone really focused all their attention. From artistically draping the fake spider webs over the small garden section with mostly dead plants to hanging the obligatory zombie cutouts to the stairwell walls. The fairy lights had ghosts hanging from them and the portable firepit had plenty of wood stacked up for the bonfire everyone was looking forward too. They even set up the projector and movie screen that he had been able to re-borrow for some holiday themed movies. It was all ready, baring the last minute preparations that any party needed, but still Pat felt the need to check everything over once more. It never hurt to make sure right?

His hand froze on the door leading up to the roof when a strange sound penetrated the metal door. Clattering and skittering. Like giant mice racing across the roof, scattering the decitive stone around the plants. That was disturbing enough, not the rodents themselves but that the building had them and now would have to get rid of them, but when the whisperings started… that was so much more ominous.

The tall redhead’s first reaction was robbers but that was quickly replaced by a more ‘Destany City’ centric idea… youma. That or negaversers. Neither were good and both needed to be dealt with ASAP because there was no way in hell he was going to let his home, his neighbors, and his friends become fodder for the dark underbelly of the twisted war he had gotten dragged into against his will. Gritting his teeth in anger Pat shoved open the door and onto the rooftop ready to fight whoever or what ever was up there.

Only it was empty. Not a living soul was there. Not a mouse or a rat or a burglar or a youma… do youma even have souls? The chilly October night seeped into his sweater and gave him goosebumps, it was either that or the eery silence that greeted him on the rooftop. Purple eyes raked the space, looking for anything out of place. Even a log of wood falling could have explained some of the sounds he heard.

Nothing… everything was as it should be. And yet Pat couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It wasn’t safe out there right then. Night time in the city generally wasn’t the safest but right then all Pat could think was huddling in his appartment with all the lights on like a scared child. This wasn’t normal city creepiness, this was something more… something worse. And something he couldn’t deal with even if he wanted too. Backing away slowly the man ducked back into the building and triple checked that the door locked behind him. He would check the roof again in the light of day, afterall there wasn’t anything wrong right now… it was just his imagination. It was only logical. The holiday was making him jump at shadows. That's all it was… right?