Night Has Fallen

The summer sun has descended beyond the horizon; night embraces the land.
As the people drift off to sleep, the denizens of shadow escape the bonds of light that had imprisoned them.
Claw-like hands move from house to house, seeking sustenance to see them through their daily banishment.
A window, left open to allow the light breeze to cool the room, beckons; grunts and growls of anticipation emanate from needle-toothed maws.
Inside, an infant coos in her sleep as several small, pale forms slither through the opening.
Their opaque, white eyes glisten greedily as they slake their hunger.