Out the Rear Exit

Out back of the office is a small barren loading dock. A road barely wide enough for a truck to come through loops around the building, and cuts close to a wooded ravine. White LED bulbs cast a dim light over the exterior doors, which is where people go to smoke and and get some fresh air. Same place, opposite purposes.

Something in the air feels strange and menacing. You feel as though you might be watched. If this is some new magical sense, that's one thing. If it's something anybody could pick up on, maybe that's why you're alone out here. You go to examine the cameras, and find that the cables aren't loose. Something appears to have gnawed through them. Something bigger than a raccoon. The hair on the back of your neck stands up.

Your dark sight casts the wooded area into clear relief. Prior to your empowerment you wouldn't be able to see much past the first shadowed line of trees. Now you can see it clear as daylight. Maybe clearer - there's no shadows at all, from your perspective.

You sidle slowly across the road towards the trees. Some distance down the ravine, you see something pale moving in the night.