Frightbytes.com (home) Some browsers may require clicking on sound bar to start audio. Running blindly in the dark corridors you rush into a room and slam the door. This was a music room. A grand piano sits in the center with sheets of music scattered over the floor. Pressing your ear against the door you listen for the sounds of the creature in pursuit. There is nothing but silence until the eerie, disembodied cackle begins. As it becomes louder there is another sound. It sounds like bones cracking. Then the smell hits your nostrils. It's unpleasant and getting stronger. The smell of something rotten, the smell of sulphur. She is here - the Nighthag has found you! Moving away from the door, you retreat into the shadows. The door bursts open. She smells your blood. Your nightmare has become all too real. Continue the Nightmare Frightbytes The Dead of Night content copyright © 2020 (or Until Hell Freezes Over) by M. Buck, All Rights Reserved Frightbytes.com.