Oberon, King of Shadows By Dennis Kleinsmith

In the deepest darkness of a moonless night or an old, silent, forest, perhaps even an abandoned street or alley, that primitive part of our brain that knows things that science can’t explain, awakes. It perceives…something…presences, from which it tells us we shouldn’t just run but run screaming. Have you ever wondered about those…things? Wondered about, as truly frightening as whatever they might be are, what frightens them? Let me introduce myself….