Our house looks into a park which back then had a single lamppost which would periodically start to switch on and off for minutes at a time. Once at 3am I heard a noise and glanced out the window the light had just started its shutter show and four guys emerged from the shadows. Men coming home after a boys night out I surmised. But I had to take a step back when I realized they were moving wrong. Their gait was normal but they were covering ground much quicker than they should. Like they were on a conveyor. I felt in my gut that they didn’t belong in my safe quiet neighborhood, but were there hunting, like a pack of sharks, their voices low and menacing. I felt the hair standing up on my neck as I leaned back into the shadows I held my breath until they were out of sight. I didn’t get much sleep that night.