There was a smell of fear in the air that night… What did Fear smell like? Like the metallic scent of fresh blood, like the damp soil of a foggy cemetery, and like the rotting flesh of a walking corpse. And if you wondered what Fear sounded like, it sounded like the frantic patter of running feet, like the silent screams of an abandoned asylum, and like the giggling of a little girl unseen. And, going further, what did fear look like? Fear looked like the twisted grimace of an evil clown, like the names of the innocent written in blood, and like the sight of unknown markings being carved into skin by an unseen source. That was how Fear smelled, looked and sounded. And that night… you could almost touch Fear.