Red sky at night, farmers delight. Red sky in the morning, farmers take warning. A pleasant night start for all, but tomorrow won't be pleasant for someone, they won't even know it's there. The Creeper awakes, the bones of his last victim lay at his side. Bare Bones. He is hungry. The Creeper must eat, hunt. The Creeper is myth, legend, until he hunts. He eats once a year then sleeps till the craving arouses him. Soon the last light will be gone and the Creeper will move off "lands End." No sound, no movement will escape the Creepers senses. Everything is "invited" for dinner. The Creeper prefers man, because man does not believe, animals believe and know. People do not live near "Lands End." The reason is know, but not mentioned. People pooh-paw myths and legends, but fear the same. The nearest farm house is 12 miles away, but the Creeper can cover that distance in no time. The Creeper does not like old people, tough and stringy, hard to chew, not much nourishment. Other than that, the Creeper has no prejudice over race or religion. Do you live near a "lands End?" A desolate spot, 12 miles away? Was that a noise outside, a bump against the wall? Why did your roof just creak?