The Doctor, The Tailor, The Clown and The Sailor

The shadow came for the fat man around three in the morning.

Kevin Vogt knew it was coming, but the knowing didn’t help. He sucked in great gulps of air, his sweat soaking into the memory foam mattress. The dread came slow, crawling up like pipe organ music in minor key. He felt pressure, like hands or snakes.

He saw the shadow.