But now a sense of dread and foreboding hang heavily in the cold night air. Everything suddenly looks terribly unfamiliar. The rising Harvest Moon casts menacing shadows across the uneasy faces of your companions. All eyes strain to peirce the darkness ahead, but to no avail. You resort to jokes and conversation to dispel your apprehension, but the strained laughter rings hollow and finally dies altogether.
Silence descends once more.
Suddenly, blood-curdling screams and sobs tear through the darkness. You consider running, but immediately remember you are sitting on a haywagon in the middle of nowhere. Meanwhile, your companions are set upon by huge, hideous creatures with glistening fangs, twisted, ruined faces, and unspeakably evil eyes. The creatures abruptly recoil and melt quietly back into the shadows. Gathering your wits, you do a quick head-count, but all your companions are present and accounted for.