The herd quietly jostled against each other to peer into our window, hoping that enough eye contact would sway us into opening the latch and letting them inside. They did this every night and every night we out-stared them until dawn drove them back underground.
Even when they couldn't be seen, we could feel them thundering about their labyrinthine warren a few feet below the immaculate pavements. Sometimes they were silent, slow and we found ourselves beginning to believe that this was all coming to a peaceful end.
Of course they'd start peering out from darkened corners around dusk and ruin the illusion of normality just as we started breathing in to let out a sigh of relief. Somehow they always managed to be far closer than you'd expect which made it impossible to figure out quite where their tunnels met the surface.
At least they stopped leaving their unfortunate prey lying around. These last few weeks had seen them being more thorough than ever - even going so far as to lick blood off the concrete sidewalks til they looked freshly laid. It was almost nice to wake up and not smell rotting meat.
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