ABSTRACT
You might catch a glimpse of them at dusk, or as you walk home late from the tavern. They seem to approach, but then they drift away again. Are you sure you saw anything at all? Villagers run away as fast as they can, although one or two always linger, hearts pounding, hoping to get a good look at one. Fragments of gossip and legend are passed around about them. The stories, whispered on dark evenings, end with warnings. Woe betide the young man who wanders confusedly into their midst. They might seem attractive, but their values are at odds with our own. They ruin those that enter into their domain.
