It came at the same time every night ... Gabe waited for it, bottle in hand, but it never helped.

Whatever it was, it all started when he came home ... every night filled with mind numbing visions of some hellish monster he could never fully comprehend.

The shrinks told him the problem was PTSD. That was the cause of his drinking problem.

He almost believed them ... until today.

What he saw made his blood run cold ... his leg muscles quivered. The damn thing was actually watching him all the time!

This was more of a metaphysical nightmare than a real enemy.

How in the hell was he going to fight this thing?