Ghost Light

[Bruja]

You see them from the edge of your sight. Flickering, pulsing, then gone. It's almost easy to convince yourself that it was nothing more than late-season fireflies, or the simple effects of too many ghost stories and a long walk home in the dark. It would be easier if only you could shake that chilly feeling; that just beyond the shadow's edge, something watches. Do you think it's friendly?