A short story, written by John Anderson  Whatever you think you just saw, ignore it. No matter what you think you saw stalking you from the shadows, you didn’t see. You might get lucky, you might be in your room alone, and the shadows you see in the corner might only be laundry. There is a chance that the worst thing in that dark alley are the raccoons, and it was their glowing eyes that you saw peering out at you. Why take that chance when it is much safer to ignore what your eyes have seen, and maybe mutter a prayer so silent that the long fingers tapping at…