Silent Terror: The Deadshade Encounter

Every muscle locks. Every sense screams for him to run, but Tony stays

perfectly still. The air grows cold as the thing moves past, inches from his

face. Tension is absolute. In its neck, the parasite pulses with a rhythmic,

sickly light. A heartbeat not its own. Held breath burns in his lungs.

In this darkness, the smallest sound is a death sentence.