It was an ordinary night, but this was no ordinary town. This was Strange Town.
During the day, everything was quiet. It came alive at night.
Whispers grew as the crescent moon rose above the peaks of the buildings. Looking down onto the townies the moon signals the beginning to their night. Creatures of every shape, size and description come rolling out of their front doors.
Under the feet of the locals drifted a gentle river, it clawed at the edges of the grassy mounds which they called their home. A home, only lit up by the twinkling stars that scattered the sky like fairy lights in a child’s bedroom. Beyond the expanse of night lay a world these creatures dare not go. A world of sunlight and endless eyesight to the lands that surround. Freaks they would be called if they were to come out from the shadows.
So here they stay in their strange town, filled with strange creatures and strange thoughts.