The flat land around the little church was a flurry of activity - as dusk neared, the celebrations were beginning. Today was the harvest festival, the most joyous time of the year.

Jenna should be celebrating too - it had been a good year, hadn’t it? Yet her instincts told her something was off.

Once again, she looked all around for signs of danger, and saw nothing. Perhaps the ghost stories the village children were exchanging next to her were putting her on edge.

She took a walk around the perimeter, peered into the forest beyond, saw nothing but a few little critters. Slowly but surely, her heart began to calm.

Perhaps it would indeed be a quiet night.