Frightbytes.com (home) Some browsers may require clicking on sound bar to start audio. You failed to find the exit out of your Nightmare. The smell of sulphur and rot fills your nostrils and the horrid sound of bone grinding on bone is heard. There is no escape from the Night Hag now. Your time has run out. You feel cold claw like hands scratching and digging painfully at your eyes. Scratching..Scratching..Scratching.. Dreamer, your Nightmare has only begun! Follow me - if you dare. Frightbytes The Dead of Night content copyright © 2020 (or Until Hell Freezes Over) by M. Buck, All Rights Reserved Frightbytes.com.