2 The story goes on.

A cold breeze, cold enough to run shivers down anyone's spine, blew that night and the full moon enhanced the feeling of eeriness, but nothing could scare our motley group of men.

With no soul in sight, they continued to search optimistically for a cab to ferry their tired bodies, when they were startled by something strange. Nearby, under a solitary streetlight, they saw a person painfully sobbing. The face of that person was not visible, so the group went closer to inquire about them.

No sooner had they approached with their empathetic inquiry — "what's the matter?" they asked — than the person had revealed their face. It had the face of a goat and the hands had hooves instead of fingers. The boys were petrified by this and made a run for their lives. They expected the abominable creature to give them a chase, but strangely enough, it did not. When they turned back to check, it was nowhere in sight.

Our group of merry men were visibly scared and desperately wanted to get home to their cozy beds and blankets when suddenly out of nowhere a cab appeared. The boys got in breathing a sigh of relief from their horror experience.