The Ghost of Torwick

A town is struck by tragedy but there is something far more sinister at work. People try to ignore it cover it up but its power is growing. As the local rhyme goes He will come for you pale as the clouds on a gloomy day waiting watching. Staring at you until you obey. He stands there like a ghost waiting until he finds a way. By day he is mostly unseen but by night beginning to intervene. Lurking in the moving night watching you fall asleep. Waiting until the right moment is insight when he will finally reap.