Aug 10, 2021
Long it lasted, this silent prayer to the dying moon, but finally the huge shadow-man arose, reached below Jarvais, and took from its hiding-place a knife. There was nothing shadowy about the knife.
“The Shadow on the Moor,” Stuart Strauss. (1928).
Moors remain creepy environs, possibly because of the very real danger of getting lost or sinking into hidden muck on a bad step. Mists and damp ground make a ready eerie backdrop for ghostly hounds, fat alien frogs, and shadows of what may or may not actually be waiting there.