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Riders from hell
Vanessa and David jumped down from the car and took cover behind it. There was something unnatural about the blinding darkness which loomed over Manhattan. David could smell the sulfur in the air. Mortimer pressed David’s arm and pulled him closer. “Listen carefully, David. Do you hear that?” David closed his eyes and focused on the sounds around him. He could hear the blaring horns of the cars as they whizzed past and the commotion nearby, where a few passengers had got down to record the bizarre phenomenon which they thought was a partial solar eclipse. As he listened quietly, he finally heard the clopping of horses hooves’. It kept growing louder by the second. “Something is coming this way!” he exclaimed, looking at Vanessa and Mortimer. “The riders from hell are here. These people
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