Are things getting worse?

It was a really bad night, the cold hostility seeped in through every crack of the shaky hovel. It hadn't been this bad for years, even the screams could not be heard through the thick fog. Something was changing, it was pallable. Maybe it was time for the cicle to renew itself, there were signs, so many signs. The hole had been opened, a grave dug up, villagers turned on each other, things disappearing... Yes and then the other signs.... Maybe there would just be some disapearances, a death or two, someone losing his mind... It had happened before. Maybe it was just imagination, just a coincidence that this was such a bad night. But maybe...Sleep did not come easy and when it did, horrifying dreams ended it in cold sweat.